- Reads 193
- Votes 34
- Parts 7
- Time 17m
Ongoing, First published Dec 25, 2016
There sits the sad,lonely Adi in the dark corner of rusted,tired,wrecked inn with the dark heart. Dark enough to engulf the light, thinking if his existence now makes any sense or not. Adi is all alone in this so called "NO MAN'S LAND" but this is what Azbadekh have left now and only representative of this land is the "crowned"Adi. Gazes Adi to the square "Walaborth"which used to be playful,enthusiast square busy with the Gallop of "Az" ("Az" are similar to "Horses" in human world) . Besides him was the faintly illuminating sword :"Zahira". It was trying to prove it's existence to Adi but why would Adi even care him ,care that rowboat which is without any oars,that nasty thing that became the cause for the destruction of the mighty,ferocious clan: "Azbadekh".
*nararator fall down due to wind*
*wispers from tge breeze chanted some ancient curses*
No Aura...i am not supporting him, i am just narrating the storyline...for tge fuck shake stoppppppppp...nooooooooo....my neckkkk....aghhhhhh
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