As we always heard. Yes we always listen. The shine that clear our soul. The madness that washed with holiness. Chant of sunlight. The cleanest of the clean has washed your soul to white.
In the time I know, god means to defend the people. In my time they are the shine, the light to guide us through destiny. Destination of the end, the red of light, the white of fire.
In my time, light is not the darkness. Dark is symbol of death. It is calm, but so dangerous. No one can move, nothing can grow, just nothingness.
But when the dark light born, everybody kneel too. So low to the ground. They can say everything without say it. They can go without walk.
Everyone was so happy, thanks to the dark light. But, in my time dark is symbol of corruption of evil. We are waiting.
Everybody blinded, and silenced then. They cannot see what they meant to see. They ignore what is among them. Their soul… o it’s stolen by the dark light, they trade their soul for light.
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The Twelveth Era
General FictionThe Twelveth, just like the name suggest, it happens in 12th Era of the world. It began from the birth of Kingdom of Colluctari
