A man knelt on the blood-soaked battlefield. He was the last one. The last of the Ar-Venui, the Swords of Death: Nothing to live for, just looking for something to die for. A sword was hanging above his head. The last rays of the dying sun were like a road to the oblivion
And the sword did not fall.
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I am your only faithful one:
the lover of your pains
And when fate rides a chariot
them I'm holding the reins
Listen!
A song beats in your veins
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Once, long ago, Ar-Tenil had a wife, and a son that had to be born soon. Then the Lowlanders came to conquer the Mountains and discover the place of a great power from an old legend The Heart of the Mountain. He never heard of that place. The chaos of fight, one moment, one decision. He saved many lives that day but for them, his wife died. Now he is looking for the sons of the women he saved, to take them as a repayment of their debt, and train them as the new Ar-Venui. But a surprise awaits him - not all of them are boys.
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My eyes mirror the universe
and evening roses paint my lips
A veil of shadow is my hair
My laughter binds you - and then keeps
Let go!
And drink me with full sips
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The Emperor of the Lowlands is dying. He calls for his sons, the Derhain. Born of victory, they are the sons of the women he took after a won battle. Only one of them will become the new Emperor: the one who emerges victorious from the fights among them, with the blood of his brothers staining his hands. But one of the Derhain a golden haired boy might be more than he seems, while another is one of the boys that Ar-Tenil is looking for.
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Now lean to my ear, my beloved
and whisper: what has sense?
What has a meaning when you feel
me beside you in dance?
Fight!
Be worthy of my hands!
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In the heart of the Empire, something forgotten is stirring. A Thief of souls, an unseen danger. It controls its bearer, eating the soul from inside out, until only a shell is left. It is hungry, and it wants to get the power of the Heart of the Mountain. Old legends assume a different form and rise again to stop it, because the history repeats. But someone, sometimes, has to break the circle...
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My kisses are freezingly sweet:
all pain and sorrow you forget
I'm watching every step of thee
until you get where you should get
So don't be sad!
I'm waiting for you
Yours truly
Death
But that was quite to be expected knowing
1) basics of your story
2) myself...
I said it once before, but am really really glad you managed to contribute so many more words to your story this month! I am really happy for you! I read it not, of course... But, knowing you, I know you done a great job!
I think I am in slight advantage over poor souls that will read this synopsis and then become downhearted for english version won't come in some ten years (
But for lot others, I fear I would have to wait, at least till next November
I don't know why, but *finite amount of time* sounds not really encouraging
a) finish it, and
b) translate it to English