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The Helms of silver and gold gleamed bright in the Light of Sola.
Their shields polished, swords sheathed, and pikes erect the Kala stood ready.
Their leader wearing silver rings, rode upon a white horse to lead them.
Their banner unfurled, on ward they ran to the Dark Mass of Knights in Black.
Lowering the pikes they charged ever fast, letting out a great cry from them
"Nos ir allí negros de armada"
A swift reply of arrows and cries arose from the Dark Army,
that echoed for miles.
With this they charged at the bright silver lines of Kala.
The two sides clashed in a sound only thunder can make.
The fight drew on through out the day, until night fell.
In the cooling of Sola, and rising of Luna, one banner remained.
That of the Kala of Fen'Hon.
Fluttering in the cool night breeze.
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