Prologue
The night was cold as the leaves rattled fromt he wind. The stars shown bright in the balck sky. skmoke bellowed from a small camp fire. * curnch rustle,rustlle <font> chatter of many different languages emerged from the forest woods. The smell of burning herbs and camp fire engulfed the air.
*caw, caw.* A crow creid as it settled on an old mans staff.Three other old men sat next to him, infront of the fire. All of them spoke of the oldest first language given to man to communicate. The oldest man with thte staff raised his hand to calm the others down. he spoke softly to them, "My brothers
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this hand of my is burning red it tell to defend you
If you want to talk with me come to Darktale it a chartroom on DA
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ever breath is a piece of u every heart beat shows ur love. when i close my eyes there is a memory of us. why oh why can't i still be by ur side.
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this hand of my is burning red it tell to defend you
If you want to talk with me come to Darktale it a chartroom on DA
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