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I was a gift from the amazon friend
When the battle with centaurs had come to an end.
As the bard learned to fight and mastered her skill
I've protected her well not attempting to kill.
Even metal of Ares couldn't harm me one day;
I've bruised Joxer's brain in a horrible way.
But in India when new religion was born
I've been thrown away, but I hope to return.