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It's my Power

The calm natural wind blows through the trees swaying in perfect harmony, a soothing whisper echoed across the land, everything was at peace at least that's what it seemed to any outsider. The Garden wasn't something to take so lightly, however. Ragnar wasn't aware of this as he awoke to the beauty with little understanding of where he was. Standing in the middle of a long-winded field which stretched for miles. However, in the far distance, a small set of houses could be seen. This still didn't make the situation any less confusing for the man.

"Ragnar Brantley, we've been waiting."

"Who said that? Hello?"

"There is no point in searching for me. My physical form is impossible to see by such weak mortals. However, you show promise. A desire to make something for yourself. We have brought you here today with an offering."