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It was turning dark over the fields of Henesys. The wind toughed the soft hair of a girl not yet born, also not yet died. A shadow of a one who was once there. A great and noble warrior. What they brought was jealousy – said the shadow before disappearing with the next wind blow.
The time as come to suffer, for there is love in the air, this will bring you joy, not a angel could have felt better, or the pain of a thousand swords, pearsing your heart, with the power of Gods’ hand. Love is meant for joy, and nothing more, but when used wrong you will not see what is coming, for what is coming is beyond any mind, beyond any dream, beyond what is possible. Love bring certain things, but not joy, also the following pain and hate, love brings with it. Pain and hate follows hand in hand together with love.