After three long months you have finally reached your home continent. You go up the coast, looking for a sea port, but for three days find none. On the morning of the fourth day you awake to find something else: a tremendous storm, the likes of which you've never seen. The clouds are black and threaded with crackling energy. Huge waves and strange currents toss your ship about. Finally, a port is sighted and with great hardship you make it in safely.
The captain says that sailing is impossible under these unnatural conditions and that the best thing to do is to wait it out. You agree, and as the crew secures the ship, you step out onto the docks.
Centuries of sleep ended. He awoke. Gradually his awareness returned... and he remembered.
Then he looked outside...
A city surrounded him — it had been built around his tower! But by whom?
They were men, and for a moment he feared his enemies of long ago had survived... but no, these that surrounded him now were weak; unlike the others, these could be controlled.
He felt power surging through him, recharged after a millennium of rest. Aye, he would rule them, and they would worship him, for was he not a god?
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