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In an age that existed before now

Words were enough to credit ones actions.

Honour was everything a man could possess

with it he was respectable,

without it he was not a man at all.

I give you my word and with it comes all the promises I have made.

Centuries went by and words became as shallow as those who spoke them.

In that passed time, words became nothing.

In that passed time, more was needed to show,

more was needed to trust.

Words that were trusted came as rare as a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

after that lost time, Honour woke up packed his words and stepped out of his red cave.

He arrived in a building of letters;

the building was made of leather.

Inside there existed his old friends Trust, Faith, Loyalty and their new-born twins, Family and Fairy tale.

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