The Temple ring will rise, in its elevation a shadow falls on the winds, and they will come to madness. In the light of this, and of this, you will know where you came from and you will rise, because their lights are burning on you, so maybe if you run, maybe…. But no, not probably on the horizon. You will hear the horizon screaming, and its cables are tormented. Maybe then you'd like my help. It was a dark and gray day but not gray of gray dust that indicates a depressive atmosphere something but gray tends to white from such gray color that indicates that something superior might happen. The echo tartered his head, anchors and digs into his thoughts, he was devoured, it seemed nice, to sink into himself, and not to get up anymore, these are the chastals of reality, which would destroy him from within, but he's long lost the ability to go crazy. On the other hand, sanity was not his strong side, the rock singles lurking on the cave walls around brought with them delicate drops of water that never stopped dropping, slowly, a little by little, they increased the echo around him and proven the fetus time, he hated the rock, he hated the darkness, not some hatred doubt, he had ages to cultivate it, it was no longer human hatred, on the stones and darkness threatened something much greater.
You know, this place doesn't suit you, and it took long to find you, so let's hope you can redeem such a thing as intensive grinning sounds from darkness." I don't know who you are, but get out of this place, one inferior to his bad voice on the soft skin of the stone, the place trembled under it, of course the echo has strengthened. Oh, no, you threaten me, I want to do you a favor, good, good for both of us. He stopped for a moment, that invader. I am not threatening you, because if the place, whoever goes in here sues itself a price from darkness, then get out, immediately
He continued to echo from place to place, the echo…. Yeah, he was crazy. The price doesn't bother me and I, and the darkness has been a long time mine, its cable has been played on my skin, and they already know I am charging a price back, I want your presence, for that I came to this man was not normal, he has not revealed his intentions in the darkness, all broken under the darkness, even the great and the flattering between them. If so, indicate your intentions and you, inferior to it seems to have broken, it was unusual, after all these years here, his skin tapped to be a lot of stone. I want this world to know the suffering he deserves, I want to chase them, and I want to do it with you, the precursor. chapter Devdell still walked in the slight dust path when the sun fell off, he would worry if he hadn't been in the more plain area of fog ranges, the proper name, although even language was not a pinch of fog, even though the land around it began to be made humid and muddy from the communication, but the water stood from below, not from the air. Devadell laid his look around in the search… Actually, he no longer really remembered what he was looking for, he simply tended to swallow in the thick woods of the language and not discovering himself again in the monastery, especially now, he and Tazz had not felt affectionate for each other but the last incident had actually caused a real enmity, he hoped not to raise the reward action that would wait for him there, and probably, the high Priests would not do anything with it, as usual. Devadell stopped on the mother of the road, settled on the language of a thick tree and transmitted and began to mourn himself with an odor of one or another prayer, it was not forbidden, but the priests would not like the distinct disrespect in the riot under a lovely old and simple, dull shriek from the depth of the forest, a few hundred meters from it, probably of a poet, or as the monastery children of Devadal called him snotting. He tended to start towards the sunscreen, the voice was hatched from its nostrils dated, that is why the nickname. Mostly Dedell liked their calm voice, and was also useful, he once remembered that he had to catch a Juloy fish, from the many living creatures that turned around there, he managed to find one, but the bastard was so strong that he could knock down Devadell to the stream with him, he was drifting in a stream half the day before he found a way out, it was terrible, but very refreshing, he was almost completely lost until he heard voices of snot and guiding him to their nest that was near the temple.
But not this time, it was an Arab host signal, he had to start coming back to dinner now and all that. He got up in a slightly organs stretch and considerably lack of desire, raised his little backpack back to the fuzzy way that marked almost alone, once an animal passed there, he sometimes wondered what happened to them. His eyes moved among the low and complicated trees in the hope of finding 'pricky' and better at the golemage stage, which will remain snoopy, and he cannot start running from the dips all the time. If he brings a good golem of freaks, he might be forgiven the high Priests for his long absence. He probably preferred not to deal with the sick freaks and disease distributors, who looked like the incarceration of a cat and a worm trammed, and a little of the unmeattering look, they had a just disgusting character, Dedele had some scratches and scars that would back it up, and the freaks are vegetarian, they really don't have to do it, they're a small and loathy animal. But the Cohens sacrificed their bodies to the spirit with their infection of the different diseases the freaks carry, not eating in advance, what he sometimes wanted to do, this action is safe and painful death. "Oh, well, it's not that my life doesn't hurt enough; it murmurs the difference to itself, he was aware of being intolerable with the constant complaints, but he also knew well his bad luck." Both being born between two months and not entering as a religious man to any monastery, he was almost cursed, not that he had too much to do with it, if you come from a Cohen dynasty you are committed to the monastery all your life, even if not as a priest. It was not just unlucky, its name literally means, even if there was a connection to the names of high entities, was 'unlucky', the children in the village called it 'the shit'. "On behalf of Dov and Del, the funeral one more week, they're about to kill me, I'm gonna have to stop at the village for an hour and come back here again, Devadelle was on his knees in every drama that could recruit and giggle himself, ""Oh what my law, seems I'm gonna have to escape the monastery this time, he got up and began to illustrate his steps." The chapter of Dvdell arrived at the monastery's border. The first weak crescent euro in the bright blue light has shown, it symbolizes the month of Dub, the lights begin dark color and as the end of the month of the disadvantage entity – Dov, the color of light dims and clearer, until the next month is replaced by the colour of the dube, a sort of green shades that change every year, the renewal of the success entity.
Devadell loved to watch a dance crescent on the opening of the night, inflatable affection and softness, but most months themselves did not interest him, simply the cycle of its formation approached, and he needed a proper victim. He began to desirelessly towards the 'village' thin wooden cabins were shakily married to modest height and seems to have tended to fall and save the narrow alleys, mostly it was better to reach the village the main way, but Devdell didn't like the next company, it should be noted that much of the company had not tried to find out any affection for him as well. After minutes, if they're walking between the alleys after his habits, Devadell went to the 'Village' a small, fragile plaza with small, imported goods from the kingdom, such as all the edible fruit and vegetables, compared to the majority of the surrounding forest trees, containing these or other toxins, which phased the place on the monasteries. Devadell wore his grimly cloak hood and began to walk vigorously, his face to the dome, which was kicked off only by the tapping crescent arms and the winds of the wind – a kind of warm and twisted winds that were mounted on the frozen guarantees in the north, when the high priests would have congratulated her as the color of the being the blessing served. After the absence blessing, she would always remain in the monastery area that matches coloring and spinning, until she wore off a few months later. He was never accompanied by a dealer of the monastery, Teba, who was bent with the northern Hunters designed, before he became a nomad. The decisions were whistling and screaming, as heard in suffering. Devadell saw something disturbing, but he saw at all only because of the absences, so he didn't spread his mouth against it, the decisions flooded the place in a golden artistic and yet, dancing the shadows on the borders of the shadows that were made warm here, for some reason the fogs tended to bum a long time in the square area. Devadell stepped alongside the stands, passes by the people's side of the skins and carriers that are bent on things with the familiar ones, people did not exercise a fair quality of life, interesting their body sacrifice to the wind, and in every ballet heating and waving the cool evening winds. Short looks were carried about him as he passed, people each other for these little exceptions, even the oil of the sources that he did were completely allowed. Nevertheless he had a interest in front of those, a little perhaps the high Priests, who had served him efforts to value since the disaster slightly committed after Devadell's gathering, another combination of luck that accompanied him. Oh, beautiful. Who if the destruction himself shows his face in my monastery, again the language of his shoulders and sighs, fleeing the bold no longer was an option, a bold and the brats gathered from the branches of the monastery gathered visibility of eyes everywhere before them, sometimes even outside the borders of the monastery. I didn't know you became the head of a crime organization. Devadell had died to boldly with little amusement, a chuckle bold. I am not a criminal, I am looking for power, you know 'gol' that is something that is very missing here, the look of a bold boundary on him steadily. Hey, I am not complaining, you are the only one who gives them what to do, I respect that, really, really respected the Thabdle, you know I respect you, you know I respect you, you know that I also respect you, you know, you are one of the only people in this monastery that can be called really brave, you never saved me and little people life with the food you gathered in the Typhoons, when the high Priests ignored us, but what you did pass the border for me continued to carry these things with complete seriously, the deepest did not carry those things with a whore, the deepest honour among all the young people who are not cohens in the monastery, they had to support each other not once, as said, when the priests themselves had not bothered something. Even the brats who called him names adored him. Tazz and Dedell were among the graduates between the incumbent, it was almost obvious that they would become admired by the children. Look, brother, I know what I did wasn't really okay, but the day of the funeral is very close, I don't have time to get hurt right now, maybe you could teach me a lesson after day of the funeral? Devadell began to bure back slowly, a tap sighs "I would like a differentiate, but we both know that the lesson is not for you, is for others, however, to fulfill the time of punishment with the punishment is simply not true. A tap started to move slowly, a little faster than retreating, Devadell understood it, although the idea currently did not flow well. Taz was relatively thin structure, but there was a gifted street fighter, at least in relation to the rest of the Temple's residents, he was quick and Dedell would not win it in a fight, both knew it, and mostly had no problem with it, until it had to be done, probably. I'm sorry it is now, but not really sorry that this is happening at all, the whispers tasting at him. Well, we can both agree that it's not really surprising; Devadell tried to deny, but among all passers in the place he began stumbling. A tap caught his cloak collar, raising his fist raises at a flash speed, Devadell covered his face in his arms, segment pain under his ribs, it was occasionally debugging how quickly he managed to match his attacks. Devadell's breath was copied, he stumbled back, his hands were shot back to stabilize himself on the ground just to bolt off the boot of a bold, blind pain the face of Devadell, he fell to lie on the floor and shrink between the kicking barrier that he bolded to land on him and mini places. He insected teeth, the pain was terrible, he was not experienced in presentations pain, a bold was that fighting for all the uninstituted children in front of the challenges readers, especially from the other monasteries on the day of the general cycle reunification. But the pain didn't surprise him, he could handle it. He probably must, if he does not bring the beflowers, it is very likely that simply bending it final from the temple, he came to the role of the wanderer intentionally, but the way was to convert the according to the priests enough to take him down to this role, in relation to the convention considered inferior. He felt his senses starting to dim, although the place wasn't multiple light or voices, there was not much to dim, perhaps he heard cheers with half heart to bold from the children, but he wasn't really sure. It was never very nice, similar to the nicknames given to him over the years, but it didn't bother him that much with it did good for the kids. He already started to feel dizzy being built in his head when a loud voice was pierced from his back, probably towards them, since the pain landings on his body stopped. He dared to open his eyes to a slot. It does seem that he saw Nietzsche as well, so he still recognized who it was. Since the beatings stopped his hearing was a little successful to sharpen, until the speakers cease to you, not so do you, not act in a spiritual monastery, or at all, two small children – the girl in the cloak clothes and a clean, the face of the even-moving tastelessness seems to be holy, but the word of a priest is holy, easy and female material, believing that a version of a spiritual and higher woman's body of the man, so the priests did not rattle and infect themselves with diseases. Converting the mouth of a priestess will cause a serious response, perhaps even removal. Nuetta… it seems he boldly bold, but Devadell didn't trust his eyes right now. His scent laid Apple like Hill to Devadell, he almost had to see as much understanding of, probably, with the general knowledge of these two, he really didn't have to see how much to predict the response. "Hello, brother." Now you will help me lift Devadell and bring him to the healers, I also think he has a frequent task to do – even Devadell himself has shook off from the condescending tone in which it was said, Taz released an angry snore but raised his torso, while Nuetta rests it on her shoulder, it was not common, Cohen who uses his hands to work really, especially not a priestess, but also was not well obedient. Well, it ended faster than I thought, it's a little strange that you would have dared to walk around here at a ceremony, especially not an instructor of Arab, the sanctity of all day, probably that's why Téz decided to do it now, there's a certain chances he would try to complete the punishment another time, Devadell will write it to himself. The chapter of the tube until the healers area went through blurred, a lot of dark and fuzzy alley exchanges that knew much less well than the village area. Finally they entered through an old wooden door on her face to a small, bed-filled hall, mountain tasting and omitted it on one of those, Devadell sighs in pain, his muscles have been well caught and the fractures have gained their pain very well. Actually, it wasn't nice, but it wasn't terrible, Devadell knew to stand in pain much longer before he started being a tourist and got into repeated natural accidents, this thing just put the fun in it. He heard Nuetta commanding some junior doctors from the place, whom one injured ornament, especially with a "destruct", did not particularly interest them. A pair of blurred blurred shadows we went above him in slightly, does not seem that the two who were lucky to handle him did so enthusiastically. One of them began to gently bring his hand to Devadell's past, it seemed he was about to touch his miner, and then he slapped him, "Does it hurt you? The healer sounds almost honest for a moment. Hey, you do it wrong. The second healer raised his hand in a preaching tone I know, I didn't mean to do it right, stupid. Answer him the sutter. Oh yeah, so show me how you do it right. The second one combined his hands in the positions of the viewer before his friend, his friend slapped him. Hey, what the hell are you doing? Cry for him the second healer I show you how I do it right. The Sutter chuckles, the second healer slaped him. They both seemed stunned for a moment and planted in place, and then came jumping on each other, a chatter deduct in an effort in his tongue "what you're not doing, could you do that a few meters from my bed? The two healers looked at him their glowing look, and, like they wanted, walked several steps back from him, right over a bed of an elderly coughing. Devadell would have slaped his forehead in despair if he could move his hands well. In fact, it wasn't really the healers' fault, most of them took hard drugs that lower their level of thought but they were shortly chosen to sharpen their senses and accuracy levels, so they would do when important treatments, and that's why there were many healers, although they seemed to be not sharp, they were in a blurred suffering from life, and in unflattering human hatred, especially inferior to deduct. He had no power to look but he heard the groans of the healing pair, actually, that was pretty nice. Sighs became serious for moments. Hey, what do you do, beating up not here, for what did we do for this special room, get out of here, a rough and firm voice splitting out of the entrance, Devadelle sighs, a wrinkled and cumshots figure standing above him, full of cuts and scars to his face, his expression was rampant and carries peace Devadelle… The tasty man before him slowly, his voice drew to patronize, "Hello, Cohen high, long time