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Dask was never a very unique person, and had gave up the hope of ever
being a ‘someone’ at a very young age.Being born into the small, barely
noticeable clan of the Drakhorns, Brackden and his small family were
relatively high in the general hierarchy, as his father, The Great
Juktar, who had valiantly fought the rival clan, the Calverdi, and
succeeded in liberating their small clan from the Caldervi’s iron grasp,
but unfortunately passed from his wounds, surrounded by his vast
family, he passed peacefully. Brackden was only a child, fresh from the
womb for only 5 years, when he saw his father die. If you were to ask
him about his father, a sad glaze would wander over his dark, nearly
black eyes.. and he would answer. “I never knew the man, but from what I
have heard over the years, he was the very foundation of this clan. I
am honored to have his blood running in my veins.” With that, he would
curtly bow, bid you good day, and go on his way.
Liberation is Undertaken: Snippet. Thoughts?Stomping. The sound of a thousand feet, stomping to unheard song. The song of freedom, of liberation. Or at least, that was the message that was being broadcasted on every street corner. “You are your own people. You have been liberated.” Plastered on every wall, there stood the face of that so-called ‘liberation’. His face was as recognisable as any, with that mask taking up a massive portion of his face, namely his mouth and nose, and reaching over his shaved head, and connecting just above the fur lining of his jacket. His emotionless face stared out into the now deadened streets.
6 months..6, long, gruelling months . The marks on the wall of the skinny girls apartment noted each day. She waited, just like everyone else..holding their breath, wishing that their masked crusader, the Batman would come rescue them once again from their dire situation.. but it had been so long.. and there were no hints, no signs of his return. At the top of one of the r
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
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