Aramtenek knew what was at stakes. Her personal freedom, the color of her life and her so appreciated independence.
She knew that in order to save her kingdom, she had to step into the Gray Era.
Gray Era was the worst that could happen to her, she thought. Even the death itself would be better.
The Kingdom was worth it, no doubt. The pain she had been experiencing when she was thinking about her Homeland, was indescribable. Where all those feeling were coming from?
One thing she knew for sure.
She couldn't betray her parents' last will, their last word and wish.
She had to step into the Gray Era and to forsake all things she cared for.
Death itself sounded like a relief but she knew it was an easy escape, effortless and not very whimsical.
The Congress of White Salamagons had convened two khases ago and she had to be there. Two khases meant about two days in terms of old humans'era.
Two days were like two hours for folks of the drifted planet.
Drifted planet--they all had been residing there at the moment. But there were rumors that it was not the case.
They lived at the end of the big star.
The star that died a billion humans era years ago.
They were talking through the book of White Power.
The book was referring to the right pages.
The pages were addressing to the verses.
The verses were the lips of her mother.
They were whispering the things she was eager to hear.
This time she got this message:
Brother kills brother
blood mixed with blood
do not talk to the black waters
talk to the trees
the brother has betrayed you
you do not feel the sword in your back
because it stubbed the wings
get rid of the mirror
look into the darkness
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.
[604x453]Злостные Урки гадят жизнь как только могут и не могут.
Наехали на меня сегодня.
Пришлось их удалить. Надеюсь, здесь они меня не найдут.
Is it me or just a fantasy
the evil times has come upon me
the white kingdom is about to be destroyed
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