Орамкеле --очень опасные манускрипты, которые очень трудно писать. Особенно, если чернила закончились.

Сегодня не пойду в дом писателя, видно свою норму за неделю я уже выписала.

Why do I write?

No one reads those words,

No one cares

No one remembers,

Why do I have to collect those attainments?

To pile the knowledge

Nobody cares for?

To hope for something is a useless dead,

In the kingdom of dead no one cares for the written word

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Aramtenek lost her power. She was completely drained after today's fight with the dark Yuzuses. They were cruel but rather stupid. 

She was telling herself. "Do not fight them. Please. Do not." But the dark cloud was there. And she got under its rain.

She took her bow and the white morning has ended.

She knew that if she would do it, if she would start first, that would be the end to everything.

Nevertheless, it almost had been predestined. She used 5 arrows. But she did wrong only to herself.

The payback for the misdeed came very fast. By the end of the night she was laying there, wingless, bleeding with the esmer's blood.

She lost her wings for some time. And got really really sick, dark liquid was streaming down her back. The wings were losing their waters.

--The end is near,--she whispered, But no, it wasn't the end. not yet.