Terug in het Niets

Terug in het Niets

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Omnië was altijd een vredig land geweest, totdat de mensen verschenen. Niemand wist waar ze vandaan kwamen en hoe ze er waren gekomen. Ze vormden dorpen die uitgroeiden tot steden en alles verliep goed, maar toen brak de oorlog aan. Toen die was afgelopen, ontstonden er vier groepen, die besloten een lange tijd uit elkaar te gaan leven om nieuwe oorlogen te voorkomen; de Bezoren, de Aren, de Gunaiken en de Midanen. Door bepaalde gassen die tijdens de oorlog vrij waren gekomen nam er een snelle evolutie plaats, die elke bevolkingsgroep hun eigen kracht gaf. Zo leefden de groepen apart zonder enige ruzie of oorlog, maar nu is de tijd aangebroken dat de Gunaiken meer macht willen, en zullen ze alles proberen om die te bereiken.
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Through thick and thin the Law shall prevail. A new sense of purpose awaits us, children of light, in the land where it all began. The darkness in which we once cowered in fear, now curbed by the might of our endless light. Come, brothers, come, sisters. Let there be peace among the wicked, just as the Law dictates. Peace and certainty is all that you have ever longed for, little angel. A bright, stable future. A roof without holes above thy head. Acknowledgement and recognition of thy existence, feverish dreams of grandeur. Greed born from yearning, treacherous vines of rapacity taint your innocent soul. You seek a future that does not exist. Let thy fingers hold the fragile line between dream and nightmare. Let thy light navigate the path. Shall thee give in and falter, O' land of old, envelop his body in thy unending flame of chaos. Spit out nothing but an empty husk, the remnants of a smile once so bright. Shall thee prevail, O', Great Kazdel, I ask of you, the impossible - take mercy on the innocent. Don't let the radiance dim and don't let the mind turn bleak. Wake, young traveler. Bid thy farewells and burn thy bridges. It's time to say goodbye, curly head. Cross post from AO3. For a shorter and more on-point description, look no further! I had something silly written up before throwing it out in exchange for that wall of text upstairs. It's a little story "about a young, dumb sankta who's been dealt a bad hand at life, looking for his place in all this mess. The pointless search for a better future leads him far, far away from home, to a country forever ravaged by war and misery - Kazdel, the promised land where devils roam free and peace feels out of place." Anyway, it's quite lengthy, but hopefully enjoyable? Slide a comment if you want, I'll give you a tiny kiss on the forehead. Man, do I love comments. (Lastly, to point out, English is not my native language, but I don't think it'll be much of an issue ;3)

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