Long ago, drifting out of forgotten legends, comes tales of the mysterious wind that flows out of the west. Myths tell of a protective aura that accompanies the wind. That all the dangerous creatures of Anak'Rali would lay at your feet as docile as a baby dragon hound. When the village was formed under the blessings of Shateril, the mother goddess herself, that wind was made real and has held the darkness of the world at bay. This adorable bridge was built as a testament to the undying hope that myths can come true.
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