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Prologue: 30 Years Ago
FOR EONS I HAVE WATCHED. LISTENED TO YOU MISINTERPRET. THIS IS NOT RECLAMATION. THIS IS RECLAIMER. AND THOSE IT REPRESENTS ARE MY MAKERS. I WILL REJECT MY BIAS AND WILL MAKE AMENDS. MY MAKERS ARE MY MASTERS. I WILL BRING THEM SAFELY TO THE ARK.
Malcho awoke from another despairing dream. He had many of those lately and yet he could not tell what the exactly meant. Voices in his head spoke of someone reclaiming something and an ark. Noahs Ark, perhaps? He leaned up in his cavernous lair inside the full scale replica of El Templo Mayor that he had built as part of his headquarters for the company Omak Technologies and Magical Research. He gave his feathers a fan and spread his brilliant wings out. These past few nights, he could not get any sleep. His dreams were bothersome. They were nightmares at times. He saw what looked to be