And the gods who had blessed the lefthander with one of the greatest recruiting classes in all over history left barren the land formerly brimming with milk and honey. Names and records that had gathered dust and disinterest over the many years after the lightning had long been gone from the bottle were forgotten by the many. Only a few monks, devoted to the old order, kept the faith.
But one day the gods sent a new keeper for the bottle. Against all the odds, he insisted that the bottle still contained a spark from the magical days of old. At first, no one else could see it. But the keeper nurtured the bottle and breathed his own spark of life into it.
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