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| A pale moon, shadowed by transparent clouds, enlights the deserted land. The weak glow throws small shadows on the floor. A lonesome man looks at the world with his troubled mind. Alone with his pain and misery he stares at the moon. A cold wind appears as out of nowhere and hits him in his abscent eyes. He hasn't known any rest since he crossed paths with that black widow. She injected her venom which spread over his body. Emprisoned his heart and sould, he just can't die. Fading away from reality into a world with just one goal in mind. So simple but yet so impossible to achieve. There's no trace of happyness in his existence, only the fiery desire to accomplisch his queste. Doomed to continue his path to the Isle of Avalon... Many problems will appear and fierce warriors have to be defeated but in the end he'll have to face his greatest fear. That he has to live with the knowledge that he's but a slave to his emotions and that there is no way to break the chains with his faith. A faith which is linked with hers. jOhNduDe |
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