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Post by Crie Snillor on Sept 15, 2007 3:22:47 GMT -5
The ehco of thoes terrible days still ate away at his mind. The faint memorys of a time long past, and an era beyond the memories of any mere universe or world. At the heart of the very minds of all thought filled beings, was the very world he had once etched his name in history. The era when he had fought endless battles and defeated countless villans. His platinum eyes slowly lifted from their place upon the ground. Looking off into the void of space, as island after island passed by him.
His feet felt the soft peice of floating earth, and with a sigh he stood back, feeling the cold brush of the ruins of the ancient ones on his back. His tired sigh giving away to faint whispers and echos of the nightmerish thigns he had once dealt with and now dreamt countless nights of. His eyes shut, and to that he dreamed once more, of combat and war. Of things long past.
A voice called to him, a voice from his ancient past. That was why he had been there. In this mystical land, where he had first began his training under the greatest of Fairy Warriors, the great Kalolo Kalaski. His eyes shut once more, and he took in the breeze as a breath of delightfull air. Feeling it's cool touch wrapping cold fingers around his bare arms. His eyes would stay shut this time, as his hair waved in the wind, and his heart opened to the gentle hum of the unvierse around him.
Things were at peace, as of the moment, and he dreamt of nothing less.
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