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<link to part 1It happened as most of the worlds events do.
the wind blew hard in my face, the snow fell upon the land.
however for it does not matter for the land of fall has gone behind my back.
My redemption is sacred.
my royal blood in my vains demands it.
you can never contain who you are for long.
sword on my back armour on my body... i march forwards with no prayer, or little hope.
their is always a dawn in every night however and when the sun rises i will sieze it.
i shall never let go of it and hold it close like i should every day of my life.
i'll never let it go... never....
The storms hath blown in as i reach the land of spring is with reach but a palm.
the warm air flows as the winds squall.
the maw of hungry predators and the weaklings cries begging for mercy....
in my time... at least hundreds have begged in my enviroment
all of them met a end with a blade.
they're the sheep and i am the wolf.
however... i could not feel myself... i felt like someone else.
i am cruel and hostile on the battle fields.
in discourse with my true nature...
I am very kind and gentile
a lil bit even of a child inside.
Now i am stare at the shrine... a shrine i fought and cut down so many for.
i hold upon my fists and kneel.
i bow my head and with it comes lighting.
