Rockman party thingie is something I will soon start working on.
You'll see...
Anyway, I've been kinda [tornado fang]ing around with writing a certain thing, I'm not sure what it's actually supposed to be, but eh. It's kinda fun writing this.
They are all shorts, like, very short, and they've been written on a whim... kinda.
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Text of AzranothPassage I - At Unity's EndBound by timeless friendship,
The four kingdoms stand.
When finally one's treachery,
Brings about the end.
Once bound by sealed pact,
The three kingdoms fall.
Kingdom of Vizethnir,
Has betrayed them now.
Thus He is crowned,
Supreme ruler of Rha'vuk.
And as He takes his throne,
The world turns to dark.
There is but one kingdom now,
One of chaos and death.
Nothing remains of unity,
Only despair is left.
As his power grows,
ReDeus desires more.
And so he reached out,
To the Heavens above.
So began a war,
War against the Gods.
The Holy Seven won,
As such ReDeus lost.
He did not give up,
Due to his foolish pride.
And using the rest of his power,
He brought an end to Tree of Life.
And so the tree burned down,
In ReDeus' hate.
Nothing remained of it
Such was its fate.
Long since humans have forgotten,
The Unity of the Four.
Now they are all divided,
Chaos beckons them all.
Using ancient wisdom, they invented means,
To better their own life, ignoring the will of Gods..
Now they seek, what untouched should remain,
City of Koroem-Nu, from the ancient times.
One of them found it, disturbing their rest,
Vrakkonians, children of knowledge awake.
Thus tragedy begins anew, as the Heavens roar
The horns of Vrakkonians shine proudly.
Such it began, a mass annihilation,
Humans stood no chance.
Against the might of the Golden Horns,
Even the Gods tremble.
As the war against the Golden Horns have reached its zenith,
Humans begin to fall into despair, as their defeat draws close.
Areabia the Vrakkonian Queen, gives an ultimatum.
"Give up and live, or die by foolishness of defiance."
And so the humans gave up, to the Vrakkonian rule.
The Golden Horns have recovered their world,
Enslaved and tortured, humans have become.
Entrapped as a result of their ambitions.
Yet there were still, those who sought out hope,
Nelis Pendragon, The Sorceress who knew no defeat.
Santzudan, The Messenger of Gods.
Natheniel, The Mage of Miracles.
Those three have fought, their hope undying,
Using wisdom long thought forgotten.
They cast The Golden Horns into the Emerald Abyss,
Then they disappeared, never to be seen again.
But their "hope" was never forgotten.
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