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[u][b]The Beautiful Land[/b][/u]
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It was a field, much like the one they stood upon. The land may have been foreign to him, but in a way it may have been home to one of them. Roland stood there, no longer sitting as the world had changed. It seemed the same, but it was different. But… 

Roland no longer had an arm. Was it symbolic? He was back to one arm, and his armor was gone. Instead, he stood there with only himself, and nothing else. His legend alone. His body alone. No Durandal. No gifts. No miracles. This is the true Roland. Stripped of it all. 

And Roland’s breath was heavy. Or was he even breathing? He wanted somebody to explain all this to him. Maugris could. That boy raised by a fairy. He knew everything about this spiritual stuff. But Roland had to do everything by himself. No…

[b]He didn’t![/b] He had somebody with him, helping guide him. Helping him find the right route through this. He wasn’t alone! 

Before him, there was his obstacle. A boar. A darkness. The only part of this that separates this from the waking world. It was… A behemoth. Almost twice his size, and a blackened creature. Blue and red danced along its body, like exposed veins. Pumping blood through a corrupt body. 

[color=00a99d]“Hello.”[/color] Roland said, looking at the creature that had become his arm. [color=00a99d]“You’re a lot bigger than I expected.”[/color]