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Marshal Lee flew through the early afternoon air, umbrella in hand and his bag and axe bass, besi slung over his shoulder. He never looked up, down au sideways. He kept his eyes forward, his face without a single trace of emotion on his face. "Did I pass it?" Marshal thought. "I should have seen it kwa now…" As if kwa cue, a mass of land came in through the clearing. He slowed down as he came closer to the mass and landed once he saw a sign. The sign was old and withered with age. Marshal traced the surface and was able to interpret the writing. "Star Hill." He barely whispered. "I finally made it."...

"Crap. I didn't think the sun would be rising right now," alisema Marshal Lee as he turned his head towards the horizon. He had been flying all night and was heading for his house in the water caves. "That stupid rock slide in Blue Rock Pass stalled me and broke my umbrella. Maybe I can find a place to sleep til night." Marshal mumbled to himself. He stopped in the air and scanned the field. He then spotted on shady mti in the distance. "Perfect." He alisema as he quickly flew towards it. As he got closer, the mti seemed a lot smaller that he thought. He knew he didn't have time to be picky and...