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Prepare For Change, Amethyst!
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The afternoon, dappled sun bathed an ancient building that was constructed mightily tall, with its warmth and blinding light that sent its beams into the house through shamelessly naked windows. The sky was now decorated by families of stars that looked like the glittering sparks from the Angelfire. Inside the building were creatures that were meant to deliver the last existing siren. They sat at a big, round table— there, where a huge piece of a map was laid carefully. "Are you familiar with the paths of Phantom Fantasy?" Liam, who was the only one on his feet, threw a question at Amethyst and with just a nod, she replied. It was published on her face that she was somewhere further in another world. Immediately after receiving a reply, Liam moved five seconds away, to the other part of the map and pointed at a point that was marked red. He was uttering words that Amethyst failed to register in her head. From the huge body of Liam, her eyes averted to a hushed Pierce, who was sit
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