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Somewhere in the arctic, and era of the gods

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Isaac hurry up with the merchandise’s we do not wish to disturb the god of this region, 
whispered Lucian.  Isaac replied “I am trying but there being stubborn thinking they can 
escape at every opportunity they get”. I chuckled at these mortal’s futile concerns, for a god 
knows all who ventures into his domain.  Curious I was thought to know, what where these 
merchandise’s that they wished to pass through my lands, I floated down unaware and 
disguised myself amongst them as a small block of ice.  I heard the one they called Isaac 
speak and say to Lucian “Are the woman still secured, if not fasten their chains so they do 
not try to commit suicide we do not want to lose our sell here now do we” he slithered out of 
his vile tongue.   I was preparing to reveal myself to these heathens then two more mortals 
appeared oddly enough these two did not speak or utter a word, but merely watch the others 
in a stalemate of hidden agreement.  Tired and angered by these atrocities being produce on 
my land, I discarded my disguise and revealed myself as the god of this arctic domain.  
Lucian tried to run but I formed a wall around him then formed it into a cage fit such a thing 
not even worthy to be even called a human.  Isaac protested, cried, and crawled towards my 
feet all in order for me to spare him, I bellowed into his mind WHY SHOULD I SPARE YOU, 
WHEN YOU DO NOT GIVE THESE WOMAN THERE FREEDOM, WHY SHOULD I SPARE YOU 
WHEN YOU ARE THE REASON MY BREATHENS DESIRES TO HANNIALTE YOUR KIND, YOUR 
NOTHING BUT LEECHES.

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