Ej Retie Ajël.
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La guerre. Cet événement transcendant l'histoire des hommes. Elle sépare les fils de leurs mère et les mènes bien souvent à leur perte. Le bruit des armes s'entrechoquant entre-elles, mêlées aux Râles des blessés rappel toute son horreur. Mais la guerre est parfois nécessaire. Un gradé de L'armée de NE me l'avait dit un jour, "c'est du chaos que naît l'ordre". J'ai toujours vécue dans l'innocence, pensant que la force d'une seule personne pouvait changer la face du monde. Je me trompais, mais seulement a moitié. Mon nom est Ajël Nordinskii et ceci est mon histoire.
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