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so that no man might attempt to join them back together,
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and drive the world once again into chaos and ruin.
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The pieces were scattered across the land,
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and remained hidden for ages.
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But prophecy spoke of the man,
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who would someday, try to reassemble the mask..
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and rule the world.
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So came the dawn of Hyborean Age.
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A time both bleak and brutal.
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And so came a child...
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born of battle.
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Fiona.