The Legend of the Last Master, Chapter 2

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We are, answered the rest. Instantly, a wall appeared in the sunlit meadow, the green grass ending abruptly at its base. It stretched into the infinity that was the sky. It was a strange wall, to be sure, for it was made of neither stones nor sticks, logs nor brush, nor loam, nor roughcast, nor any other material that might make up a wall. Nay, it was a wall that was not material, but was a painted picture of reality. The continuum had bent to the whims of the Twelve and the image painted upon it was the place they had come from, the home of all living things, the place they could never again reside in.

Now, upon its face, was displayed the civilization buried deep within the jungles of the place that would one day be called "South America". Now, it had no name and needed none. It simply was. And the people that lived, worked, died on its grounds did not refer to their home by any name, or their fellows by any name. They simply were, as all people were at that time; without prejudice, without rules of reality that were as strong and unbreakable as the rules that governed the earth. Such rules were fondly made by men, placing limits on the imagination and inhibiting what could and could not be done. These were people of faith, accepting things as they happened and not thinking of what could and could not be.

And most importantly is was, they all agreed, a likely place to find one that they could swear allegiance to.

Then let us begin our search, proclaimed Dragon.