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Prologue
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This is the account of the two friends who walked together.
Blameless in sight, foolish inside.
A riveting tale of seven kings, nine soldiers, a few ballistics, a dull knife,
of which they've both established.
A prickly field wherein their lives began, through unconditional love and sacrifice.
A struggle between heaven and earth, an account that had never been spoken of.
A riveting libel of the manufacturer, the identity of the first soldier, the overjoyed servant, Project 31, and a paper plane.
The riveting cusses of Alexander Lexington, who served his own life in a bronze platter.
The destruction of destruction itself, and to it's own destruction brought death to whom believed it not.
Life and Misery, brought together in one piece.
To be forever untamed by the efforts of mankind, and their decisions --- unmindful of the salvage they could've presented before the masses. Their shadows lurk before the depths of the seas, the vast wides of the plains, the stretch of the longest valleys, the height of the mountains, the dark undersea caverns, the sectors of the horizon, the frenzy of the wild, and the friend of the Pain: A free gift which nobody wants.
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To all the men and women of the world whom I gained benefit through their powerful inspirations.
To all the people who I've been inspired to stretch my time and effort.
To all the people who will want to finish this.
To the ones who keep the Prologue.
I thank you.
Laus Deo Semper.
