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[The Power of Belief]

On the western coast of Arland was a very peculiar and noteworthy place.
One could say that, through all of history, this was the region that defined the West.
During the time of Pangaia, the entire Western Kingdom was based out of this region.
After the split, Arland became its own separate entity.
However, the most prominent feature the country of Arland was the inclusion of these lands.
It was known as the Untamed Lands. The Wild Stretch. This and many other names.
Some called it 'The Wild West.'
This was a place where nature ruled. A place that had never been conquered.
The home to Beast Men, Blood Witches, and those fierce enough to brave the forests that stretched on for hundreds of miles.
It was a place where monsters lived and spirits walked freely.
Deep in the heart of these enigmatic lands was rumored to live an Eternal Witch.
Men often went seeking the Fountain of Youth, but it was unlikely that any ever returned.
That's because these untamed, wild jungles could never become enslaved to the whims of man or any other living creature.
Even during the Cosmic War, this land was unmolested.
Even during the Demonic Occuptation, Humans survived and thrived here in the West.
After the world split in two the United States of Arland were established.
Those ran just along the border of this stretch.
That's because there wasn't a single person who thought it was a good idea to try and claim these lands.
Even now, as the Fairy forces besiege Arland and have conquered most of the lands...
This place, here, stands. Unconquered. Impossible to conquer.

Here, at the border of Redgard and the Wild West, important things were about to take place.
This is where Majore had gone. And where he went, he believed that great things would happen.

"You are all unstoppable."
He held, in his hands, the silent keeper.
An instrument of truth and fiction.
"Look ahead, fill chests with bravery, and know that what I say is true."
"That space where your heart once lived has been hardened."
Unlike many, unlike most, he did not shout.
He did not try to whip these men into a frenzy.
They were lined up before him now.
Row after row after row.
Hundreds, thousands deep.
And his voice reached every one of them.
They were rapt with attention.
They had only eyes, only ears for him.
"Your bodies once had limits, but those limits no longer exist."
"You are capable of doing the impossible."
"Before us is the place which had never been conquered in the history of this rotten world."
Majore glanced that way, a look of disdain passing over his face.
"Not a shred of fear exists in your bodies."
"You are free of pain, free of exhaustion."
"Let me tell you this with certainty: You have the power to win."

His voice was soft. Calming. Soothing.
An instrument of truth.
That which turned his fiction into reality.

"Now... we will go and make history."

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The southern edge of Arland was framed by cliffs.
Especially as one moved further west.
However, below the cliffs, at certain lengths, were great diamond studded beaches.
They sparkled beneath the light with a supreme beauty.
Sunrise and sunset were equally awe inspiring.
Rutherford Hayes watched it from the deck of his ship.
And although the sea was beautiful he found himself missing the land.

One evening he was standing on deck, leaning over the railing, and looking out across the sea.
"How many large things do you think lurk beneath? Things we can't see right at this moment?"
A voice came from behind him. It was Dalamar, he saw, as he turned and looked.
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