The tale is coming
The tale is underneath the coat
The goat is killing
The wrath has to be undone.
- by Ekron
The tale has been untold. Today, I am going to tell it. The scars are the human being's strength. The sins are dying in the water. The untold has already begun. These scars have been told like an odd tale.
I am going to whisper the name of the tale. The tale has been summoned as the serpentine tongue wrath.
These days of darkness have been awakened. The demons have been awaken also. The injuries lie above. The man lies in the skies. The whisper has been the call of the GODS. The prophet has become the nightmare. Here lies the law underneath. The cold has been ready to boost our shoulders. The rage has been unfolded on the nightmares of Gaia.
- Merlin, wake up! Wake up, quickly! I saw something. Spoke with his apprentice Louis.
- What happened Louis?
- I saw something or heard something. I think tongue found us. Let's tell to Karlyn. I am anxious.
- Go quickly.
After this episode, Louis went to wake up Karlyn. He ran so fast and so quickly to his chambers.
The night is cold as yesterday.
- Master, Master, wake up! Wake up! It's me, Louis.
Karlyn opened the door of his chambers.
- What happened Louis?
- I saw something on the streets and heard noises. I saw shadows. I think we were found.
- What!!!
- Let me see that.
The night is so cold, it's blurry. We cannot see clearly, see nothing. There's a huge fog among us.
The tale is not whispering by the night. Everyone can listen to the whispering of the trees by night.
The trees and nature are our friends of the foe and the mist. We are all aware of the fear of trees.
They whisper at us to know they are alive. They are the keepers of the priest.
The realm is dying, it's still dying. The tongue won this battle but not won the war. There will be so many battles to win and lose.
Karlyn woke up, suits up, and went to see. He went to the streets nearby to see what is happening there. He went out for a few moments to see if the security breach was broken. The security was well coded, so well to tongue never got it.
These odds of life were so unfair. My son must be safe. Like a gateway too well closed.
These demons won't be the unfair hunting. We are going to hunt them now. The stroke is dying in fury.
The autumn is crawling down, too deep on the graveyard. We are going to win this war. We are in so many ways to win.
My son, Daemon, is the priest, salvation of the child, the children of all mankind. They must suit up in every war and battle we face.
The demon has been demonized. The crawl has begun in so many ways. We have children among us, they see Daemon as their priest, their salvation. He has been chosen by Ekron to rule Bathleron.
The child whispers every day his name. They know, they stand up for something. We are gathering men to fight the cause. But tongue, they are stronger than us. They have the powers of enslavement to rule hell.
Hell has been awakening. Hell has been summoned. Those creatures are now living among us.
The tale was never been untold. Wasn't ever told correctly. The tale was always misunderstood. The tale must be written since now. Merlin must help us with the hand of Louis the Mage. Louis is now the keeper of Daemon if something happens to Karlyn. Those two have been trained to be the keepers of Daemon. The keepers of Gaia and Bathleron.
The hunter became the hunted. The dear has been killed. The night became a nightmare. Now, we going to war. These battles for now on must be won. I cannot stand to hear whispering the tale every day. But it's a safe home to hear that or even listen to it.
- Merlin, come here, please? In a hurry, please?
- We have been compromised. Our cousin found us, and the tongue found us.
- Call Daemon first. He must know. Its life is at stake.
The whispering tale is being written by the tailors. The imagined tailor has been already written. They are the writers of ourselves. They are the tailor of the lifestream. The tailors are the GODS of the future, that must be written.
- Merlin, summon the tailor. Ask him for safety.
- All right Karlyn.
Merlin made a circle on the floor and summoned the tailor.
- Who's asking for the tailor?
- It's me, Merlin, one of the demigods.
- What is your question?
- Is there any safe for the kid?
- There's no safe. You have already the answer. We cannot give answers to seek safety. The child is safe with you. You are all the fellowship of Daemon. You and Louis the demigod, are the Wiseman of the brotherhood. You must follow the track and save the daemon from hell.
These are not wise words, are only the truth.
Merlin and Louis are demigods between men. Men, once upon a time believed on tailors and demigods. Now, today, are septically men.
These words are not safe. They must be encrypted. Men now on must tell a tale among them.
It came to the salvation of the fallen Bathleron. Wisdom came as a new salvation. Salvation came to reborn faith. Somewhere to seek faith. The human being is a failure moment. GODS are not helping for now. We will taste blood before the skies become grey pace moment.
We are joining a new dream to seek crushing hearts. No more memory, it was never enough.
Look at the skies, they are blurred. Look at them closely, I shout it at them, the demons are falling to the dirt.
- Stay still here Louis. Please, stay here. Hold on. Please. Let me try one thing.
- What is your idea?
Asked Louis to Merlin. After these words were spoken, Merlin was trying to cast a secret in secrecy for years. I wanna save my homeland. The tale must be told. On a black turbine, I am losing my mind. This hunted-raised voice is whispering too carefully. No more tears. I am Karlyn, the man who will save my beloved son. I wanna be alive on this spine. I have a best friend to help me out on these prays over these higher pray we have to pay.
No more running to be saved. Let's tell a tale. I am here to be alive. No more smiles. For now, I want to see my son saved from my cousin, the tongue.
I am feeling lost in these common wars. My cousin wants to rule Bathleron, he is killing the birth of Gaia. He is not used to being alive on his dark matter, over the north extreme place. He is cancer.
He is death. He forgot how the GODS were. No more lies. Tell me a bed story, I shout the voice in a fancy one. Welcome to Bathleron.
- Oh No, my life is melting down, dead inside. Let's go this voice will be heard. I will rip hearts off.
- Pick it up the sword. Pick it up! It's war. It's war. I have been in synchro, dead inside, it's on, never been closed.
- Never been afraid. This tale must be told not untold. Here I go again, I woke up every day and I am facing lost in this war. Never been away. My demons have never been gone.
I- Never been a believer. I am not mean. I am just a human being. I am trapped in a maze, trying to race against life. This is a stage, have been a stage. Tell me a bed story son, I am feeling lost.
- I am feeling broken, with on-way outs. I am a monster. Help me out. Popular monster. Here I go. Son, help me out. Never been gone. I am a believer. I am losing my mind. Help me out.
These wars must be told after this tale ends. This is a never-ending story. We can find flowers to be bloomed. Here at Gaia, the tale is being written by never-ending wars in our hearts. It's have been deeply profound. We will smile again and be saved. The crafted wings are dying on a lost time.
The crow is eating the dead meat. These sorrow stitches are dying in blood. Effectively we are something, I saw nothing on my face. I need to break the smile. No more tears that made me so insane. I came to smile at my son. Holding my hand Daemon was still alive. I am concerned about disgrace, so lonely. I am not afraid.