If there would be a day into whom had seen her, it was today to remember as a slave's tattoo the sound, after her thought as a reminder that the cattle were once wild creatures.
"I have not left, merely have I lingered in silence. How sweet to hear your voice again"
"The living has an air to it" courted her with all the genteel gallantries of a minstrel.
At this, in the middle of a talk as sudden it was, stoped as by the distance the soil, my best friend whom steps could hear as well as to an elven from the natures closed at the inns of my heart chanting towards her. The snow opened with greater flakes and wider spaces between their falls vanishing at the blowing dust whom earth tranquillises the vibes guiding me to listen with pointed ears at those steps, crunching the branches at the backgrounds of the forest standing, surveyed the lands.
Since no descendants had remained in the other Kingdoms, the kings claimed again of the lands before the mountains and before, and the power had been seized by an evil lord who was in secret league, there for fortified the Weather Hills for the wondering ones. If I was at sleep for the past centuries at the my fade for the Dragon's Age, before the Inquisition the Valars knew well of my awakening. Instigating with a light nod without a mind or feelings raise my chin uplifting an eyebrow for her to run, at the second turn my back.
Pronounced manifesting an organic structure after my weapon's lit, absorbing Mythal into myself with eyes glowing "Lacho calad! Drego morn!" Sliding in the air from above my shoulder the Staff against Violation, striking the closest opponent on his dismissed to hurt without an honourable front sight, banging the electrical force from were it came from shooting itself away with a face flat on a rock, knocked out, with a wide step turned down stretching my left leg to skip another assault, leaning down impulsed to hit back at the sword who could not cut my spirit in its blood thirst sprayed from a thin line of it's neck at it's very sharp edge's instrument making a solid clap by the side of my feet, as fought for the dominion of men has come alerted in plain sacrifice of their emotions before the speed of my actions.
Upon the one side their sight reached drawing together unexpectedly forming auras across the open field of a close battle who could behold their mission by moving forwards as the times comes, when passing out another few made their way at my wrath launching the stave of my pilgrimage inwardly to pierce it roughly on the ground exploded a laser beam at the pointer of their projected images, with a knee venting down elaborated premeditation my path, and the void called their death spirits making them stronger than wiser.
Asserting my personal space and ability to respond watched the existing survivals running faster in their mind than then bodies against my actual position were they came from, I would have my friends closely, no one knows what their irresponsibility is for asking my sign that it will be ever be otherwise Solas. And the valleys and shadows were veiled and admired the serenity above all things for the courage of taking aggression on the rites of my passage to let transform its formation, in my will to live passionate and free walked on removing the scars away.
Then the others departed and in the morning rose again in hope and peace were the streams could be heard rushing down through its rocky fields to encounter my heroine, there visiting the places had been the existence of her past till now, that my furious eyes viewed for I catch a glaring secret, maybe a glimpse of the great who can learn, copy and make their own, but how would my heroine embrace the lost she so further kills for, when once she had seen me has their saviour and to protect them from death, "I know the short dosses you posses my Heroine, and you killed your lover instead."
Drawings of elven desserts in the air, who fumed with sailing darkness of the void, I spell a hand grasping the grey heavens as I return from death with with light for you in my palm.
The green forest savages from the southern coasts in unusual manner from the clashing waves, how many elven reside here to duel as the weary rested and the hurt were healed by the gatherings and celebrations near the sea, grasped with the nature of the mind, in the abstracted battles across space and time an empiricist I'm as well, don't think of mine lesser in my return, that science is the rudest engagements of the worlds laws, let me gravitate towards you my friend, grant me the hight I still need in you. Who would rather succumb my nature with a larger stimuli than the one who can kill me by virtue.
Sorrowful at heart, and it seems to me to ride back together than one alone, my lover. In her travels could perceive she had sail the ships who slipped way down the large lands, were stone and brick embrace Kingdoms with medals and souvenirs. She glimmered and was seating down in the grass lost, as if my presence surfaces a thought and the wind blew at last on the night of rain smelled a sweet fragrance in the air, reviving her senses for that came over the water were elvens of the liquid's realm who possessed in her a near drowning from the soul, the crabs walk the seashores, stalking their eyes by crowds who crabbing around her dimension bring an orange moving sympathy at the near pattern by her design. And there was yellow light and fire within my chest, as I drew a deep breath for a new living oxygen, said. "Come up, come on."
And who else would be there stoping her for the temperature dropped colder, and amid her tears whom are not of evil, a few flakes of snow waved announcing my burning drive. Her followers abandoned sooner their tongues for supremacy and humbled to prevent disgrace, in the folly of my pride I could only carry my live, my hand is touched. "My elvina, my sweet heroine" And now she is tall again and open, her eyes descend desiring the inmortality within the life of the world that was the fate. "And you thought to be a dark elven, you told me, for your kin." Eating smoke I had remained for the years past, as closer she realised how special curves and braided curl, in her delicate high neck resolved to my inner animal wolf's challenge a thirst to have her sing again, for the power of my wealth little bows and rules are need it from her. Bare naked her soul, loved as the kingship to who takes my drive again. And the snow broke intensely from the west to the east. "Before I brake another layer that immortality you wish with me, I must tell you in one step that I'm going within the Voids of Melkor"
The tears aside the periphery of her thin nose, dried by the frozen wind refreshening her reddish cheeks and smiled faintly as if not hearing well and murmuring without speech, under the evils of Sauron, the ruin of her ancient world existed no more, but I, causing her throat to inflame passively her thorax whom chief organs contained, loosing partly a tension from her breast bones, could sense a jail inside circulating her respiration. Would she bear her wings to take flight against the past of her father, one step towards will be enough to to let my liberation go.
Her struggles, noted, had only evaporated from entangling her still further as the magnetised pulls me towards her, stronger stand for her face, her hands and her arms crisscrossed her eyes poured enraged seeing there was nothing left to fight for, but that step, taunted. "Not a very pleasant feeling, is it, as I shall know better?" Caught like an animal in a trap, she could defer in time from all my goodbyes, little seconds pause encapsulating a larger time to foresee in between, cruel unperfected, now had not enjoyed. "Sorry" For the awakening of those somber eyes to fiery suffering life, erased anger. That I'm dangerous she knew, and it was better to say no more, yet, since she had always believe in me to see her innocence, she could not stop the hold and broke her knots into my arms, down my shoulders holding her most as my desires to wished as hard.
"This is true, my Elvina, I have returned for you." Pronounced melted while attached to her lips and tongue, sucking her anguish, drilling her mourns, tasting her sweet bitterness for me as I have anchored my hands in her back towards me, proving her the same wanting desire.
There is a cancer who asks for change, and your whole system and body will fight it, trust me it wont change, it wont be sorry and is growing as nature is being cut down, the more you fight it and resist it the more you see the other as a sabotage of your own entity instead of making them part of this natural existence, I had transform Cancer many of a times and being transformed by it, a sage would say, then as I see how people regain the split, it takes only a vision to see and recognise were is it coming from.
Some times is a delusion split from the self, you see as if everyone is acting as the same person in agreeable manner to belong and be protected, accept it, the reason won't matter from an individual as the flute plays its own tune and the drums acute a play in it's own, yet belonging from another source of understanding and ask your self what is your bond with nature, the strict rules who govern the orders of consultation would not come near to me as a musical script, as a sage to the people it's my solitude I seek, if to be among my kind would satisfied my senses I would, but it seems that each of as have a realm of its own, would be awarded to the individual who is healed and then what, see them die without an outer healing, this healing is for the self to present the healing in his own acceptance if it wakens up again, then bee it, as much I had work for them to see the sickness as a relation to their own body and others around, because I do too carry this relation of the same story.
You ask me for a work to give you, command Elven to do as I say, those who come from the veil, not as freaks or hippies, not as I did once pretending to be one of them against the Inquisition and being the Inquisition it self in order to hide them, for them to run away the impossible, those who fight against it will perish to understand that each nature is part of nature, the civilisation is part of nature as well. Other Gods have made the movement with it, well do I know whom their sources are and the manuscript that I have in my hands is not for them to obey the green war, but to be exhausted from the magical beauty of who governs among all riches.
And you my beloved one, do never be ashamed of being whom you are, it's in the trees and that plastic bag from Coco Channel that can last for ever as the immortal tendencies many of my army are building by now. You are supported by their military laws, I have already set the individual concept as a constitution of the self, and the elf in us. I will be the wolf when no one is there to attack becoming the impossible, I will consolidate the masses as I'm part of them to believe is the only chance to dance harmoniously innocent as children in the garden, patience is an hostile masochist favour of the ancient Gods who are still here today on any human who has a little bit of consciousness and opened heart to deliver the exact. When you don't see anyone, remember me, remember there is the veil, not evil, see the veil and stop explaining, you are not rude for being beautiful and docile and wanted, how much suffering can there be for a wanting? Is the source of all natures to expand or die for, I'm one of them as judge for being right or wrong, who is the one who pays their bills, it's the law.
Science, the greatest encyclopaedia of all times, all relations are based in science as one day we stop studying for propagandas, within a particular section that can turn the pages magically without even flipping a finger or craving to find the chapter who is already given to you as the never ending gift to be found in the possession of no other page, once you see the veil and return, and now when you see nothing, remember again the veil, see it, so they see it, see it so a part of you can see it, the more you bypass trying the other to understand, the more they dress it up, but if you see it is enough without being apart because you are also a big part and it has been very costly the work, many sacrifices have been payed, too many, if you can't be understand, many of the army will, so stay in your place and let them deal with their own army, this army works for your those rights you speak, don't let them kill you for interpreting a godly mode from the laws of nature, no God would judge that. But, there is one, who can explain it better than you could and is there, right before you as an enemy in the front line waiting for you to tell him, he will has listen, a warrior of peace, not for you. You are too much of an elf, my Goddess, too beautiful, crazy to the human sense, and he knows it, he knows the right word to the warriors and of the commerce. As a poet who can translate the divine to the multitude, he knows you are there for him among all his, you are there around in the front line doing it for the collective, with the collective. He is just too shy to disclose the rules of creation or call it love with the collective.
Stay in this bath and purify from any enigma that can be solved by it's own nature, the self can only prevent its fall, don't impose the self, become part of it, the seeds are there, look at the birds fighting for them, aren't they funny, with so many seeds ahead and lands who cherish them.
You might think it was cold outside, that where the landscapes of the winter overdressed you away from your home, forming your warm candid preference that work would strip the winter away from it's inhospitable cool world. In comparison with the tropic the living form found a seemingly death away from the summer nights who's fragrance mingled with varieties under the butterflies sunshine. Everything that related to this world might become a risk, even being. The activity that made the fauna active was to be found with extremely dangerous animals who inhabited this nature.
Humans would hide in their cabin cherishing the recollection of dry woods and conserves they saved. You wouldn't find much sights of life in the North, it was a hard work if you didn't count with the provision of your family to hire you, a few out a hundred of this kind to it's effect became interest with the supernatural becoming psychopaths, in all sorts of psychic levels. You may not found them in other human species, for the strength of this extreme climate it might have broad you to too many questions, how could you possibly survive? If you came out, alone.
It wasn't very font of humans but psychopaths became much closer to me, for the nature of the psychological in the motion of being cached in the act, or understood. When I relate to them, I refer to a few who are the most intelligent minds of from all of them.
Leaving their old skin behind, as when having to survive during their childhood when they learned that no one was there to protect them, moving along faithfully by the hand of God, At every change cleverer. Their shine exerted radiant forces in those who meet them, of richer content and lasting savagery for its freedom. I reflect that in the overtime they pass the veil with this souls they take their body from, hound them and they seat with their pain enjoying it., with pure sublime ecstasies as a delicatessen not many are aware off. Unfortunately they have no one to listen to their deepest final twist in the joke, is then when I must come to them.
Im an Elven God, I used to be among humans too as a politician behind the finest cords and it's entailments, you could find me at the top level of authority in the schemes of the Inquisition. I have taken thousands of lives with me, so the rest learn to behave, they would be meaningless otherwise and with each generation more. I have hidden the Gods behind the veil to protect them from the very civilisation they created with me to have temples in their name, now partly dead, just standing in marble and a fantasy of mythical unimportance of unreasonable lies, who make no sense to the ordinary living today.
Now that they had forgotten who they used to be, I kind of feel quite guilty, remorse, with thirst to kill again this sadness, shamelessly and I must near the master minds, the minds who walk the map of the brain, the never stuck in the path, the psychopaths. Without them willingness for knowing, because I don't want to know any more, I have done it all. Lost interest in them Gods and Material riches who manifest masses. I'm alone in the cross paths, sprayed into a towering ice off startling beauties, I'm part of the lovers in my everlasting nature. I broad her with me for the virtue to see behind the veil how it was moved, and guiding her how I returned into the eyes of an animal.
Exist in the no mind, shamanic feet who walk by it self, the organic matter trapped into the decomposition of the left over corpses, worms, which carved their way through the ice, eating as they went. When the winds blew out its frozen breeze past the burrows, the valleys, the lakes, everything you could see left after the snow was what the worms left, skeletons from the winter. This worms are devoured by mice, this fast moving rodents who liked to hide finding tribute to their elements off higher mass, a body the worms couldn't catch for the Owls interest by night. It all moved in a very silent and solitary pattern, if you where alone you would be a victim escaping for something better, a new path or a new hunt. Possibly, they both attracted each other, they called for each other to experience the extreme of the supernatural. Because something at your home did not fit well to you, it must be something super and it doesn't matter how bad it turns to be, you will make your own. You goal was to find it with the extreme of evil and goodness meeting together, from the beyond.
The Shamanic power of a sage converts you to transform through the spirit in the way of the spirit to the spirit of all things, not away from the material, it enters the very matrix of a psyche, sometimes you would shape shift into an animal or basically enter into that anima, human's have the same. It has the same connotation then when you reap the soul out from their skin and they breath with fear, betrayal sharps back at you to have taken what they think to have earn. There are no family groups or governments to protect you from your own death, no lovers or patrimonies, no moneys you must find it alone or be found in it.
Its just you, the doing of you witnessing its reaped off, you get accustom with time, trust me. This freedom takes you to such richer levels, you can only find the distance as your best friend to communicate from any other, mortals call it black magic, it became so fatalistic that to a point the Inquisition had to revamp it, at all costs, turning fires against fires, to control the masses, to entertain them with work, to enslave them to build new Monuments, and so many streets that you wouldn't find a way out from your cabin. I had to kill them pagans too as if I wasn't their God.
I don't want nothing in my mind, the animal walked in four standing 2 meters and 24 inches in four as my psyche entered it's entity, all animals have a mind of their own and it takes only a witnessing part of you without judgement to enter inside them, to becoming one within their skin of the Moose.
The fragrance of the pines possessed me with amplifying sensory to smell breathing widely, my pride anchored underneath my neck, I'm strong holding the crowned branches of my horns who scalp from my skull. This legs move upon the winter bushes, slowly, thrilled with joy because I'm the biggest animal of all, a stranger who eats green. I wonder why other creatures fear me. But, I dragooned within the psyche, inside his dreams. The attention who so offensively can't allow humans to mask their territory, are those of the profound, sooner or latter when the night comes everything starts to waken. And they call you again through the passages you left them, encroaching darkness who forces you to not sleep at the same time unless you belonged there.
Sooner or latter, it becomes your only home and whom is best to share it with, if is not with your dreams? The Totem Moose drudge its walk, the antlers separated any thought from the mundane and reasonable, the wilderness of spraying its individuality, looking, just looking, to look guiding the very ones who would be afraid to be found in the uniqueness of their act.
Compelled to seek, to be found, no human had ride them or mount them as slavery to make their civilisations or tribes, alone, immune from animal packs. Unfitted to fulfil anyone's expectation, it shared the space of it's wide forest , visiting those who meet them away, because there was not even a reaper to separate their spirit from their realm of the living.
The bypass, the boundaries of the self, before the dreams, into the trance with the eyes of an animal looking back at you, reflecting in the mirror of the self, who captivates it self, not much of a difference, innocently a presence slightly awakens for being there, the more you look into it the more it becomes your home. The Totem Moose walks silently beside you at the hours of panic, the Moose is fearless and resolute, it becomes visible in the veil when they decide. It broad a memory of himself in the future when looking at the Moose, of a future figure in his body, doing this very practice, standing more awaken among other people, of flesh like him, searching for the meaning of their design,
In the early days of this winter till today a world who's landscape who's white skin dressed the forest as an inhospitable world you would find a smilingly death away the sumer nights after the fragrance of the flowers, but if you suited your self with intention as a land of your own you would risk everything to be here, including your own life. The activity that made the fauna active was to be found in the extremely dangerous animals who habited in them.
Humans would hide in their cabin cherishing the dry woods and conserves they saved. You couldn't find much sights of life in the North, it was a hard work if didn't count with the provision of your family to hire you a few of this kind to it's effect became interest with the supernatural becoming psychopaths. You wearily found them in another human specie for the strength of this extreme climate might have questioned how could you possibly survive.
I wasn't very font of humans but psychopaths became closer to the nature of the psychological in order to not be catch in the act, and when I relate to them I refer to the most intelligent and brilliant minds who punished this very families or beauties who once made them.
Leaving their old skin behind as they had to survive during their childhood when no one was there to protect them, moving along as the hand of God, at every change cleverer. Their shine exerted radiant forces in those who meet them, richer with the savagery of its freedom. I reflect on them overtime overtime they pass the veil with this souls they take their body from, hound them and they seat with their pain enjoying it. Unfortunately they have no one to listen their deepest secret, is then when I must come to them.
Im an Elven God, a political manipulator inside the top level authority among humans in the Inquisition have murdered thousands, have hidden the Gods behind the veil to protect them, partly dead they are, now they had forgotten who used to be I feel guilty, remorse, thirst to kill again, shamelessly and I must near the psychopaths without them willingness of knowing, because I don't want to know any more, have done it all. I'm alone in the cross paths, sprayed into towering ice off startling beauties of everlasting natures.
There is no idea of what I'm doing, mindless, the organic matter trapped into the decomposition of the left over bodies, worms, which carved their way through the ice, eating as they went. When the winds blew out its frozen breeze past the burrows, the valleys, the lakes, everything you could see left after the snow was what the worms left, this warms was devoured by mice, fast moving rodents who liked to hide finding tribute to their elements for higher mass of body couldn't catch the Owls interest by night. It all moved in a very silent and solitary pattern, if you where alone you would be a victim escaping for something better a new path or a hunter. Possible they both attracted each other, they called for each other to experience the extreme of the supernatural, because if where you was born doesn't fit natural to you, it must be something super and it doesn't matter how bad it turns to be. You goal was to find it as the extreme of evil and good meet.
The Shamanic power of a sage converts you to transform through the spirit in the way of the spirit to the spirit of all things, entering the very matrix of the psyche, sometimes you would shape shift into an animal or basically enter into that anima, human's have the same. It has the same connotation then when you reap the soul out from their skin and they breath with fear, betrayal to have taken what they think to earn. There are no family groups or governments to protect you from your own death, no lovers or patrimonies, no moneys.
Its just you, the doing of you witnessing its reap off, you get accustom with time, trust me. This freedom takes you to such richer levels, you can only find the distance as your best friend to communicate from any other, mortals call it black magic it was so fatal that the Inquisition had to revamp it at all cost of turning fires with, to control the masses, to entertain them with work, to enslave them to build new Monuments, I had to kill them too as if I wasn't them.
I don't want nothing in my mind, the animal walked in four standing 2 meters and 24 inches in four, all animals have a mind of their own and it takes only a witnessing part of you without judgement to enter inside them, to becoming one within. The fragrance of the pines possessed me with amplifying sensory to smell breathing widely, my pride anchored underneath my neck, I'm strong holding the crowned horns. This legs move upon the winter bushes, slowly, thrilled with joy because I'm the biggest animal of all, a stranger who eats green. I wonder why other creatures fear me. But, I dragooned within the psyche, inside his dreams. The attention who so offensively humans cant allow to mask their territory with, are those of the profound, sooner or latter when the night comes everything starts to waken. And they call you again through the passages you left them, encroaching darkness who forces you to not sleep at the same time unless you belonged there.
Sooner or latter, it becomes your only home and whom is best to share it with, if is not with your dreams? The Totem Moose drudge its walk, the antlers separated any thought from the mundane and reasonable, the wilderness of spraying its individuality as no other, guiding the very ones who would be afraid to be found in the uniqueness their act. Compelled to seek, to be found, no human had ride them or mount them as slavery to make their civilisations or tribes, alone, immune from animals packs. Unfitted to fulfil anyone's expectation, it shared the space of it's wide forest without panic, visiting those who meet them away from the darkest hour, because there was not even a reaper to separate their spirit from their realm of the living. At finding no real separation, the bypassing, the boundaries of the self, before the dreams duel, after the trance the eyes of an animal looking back at him reflects in the mirror of the self, who captivated not much of a difference. The Totem Moose walked beside him, he reminded him self of a future figure of his body, doing this very practice, standing awake with all the other living, humans of flesh like him, searching for the meaning of why some people kill, from behind the veil.
It was a valuable lesson to answer you in the spirit to the most villainous practice any would fain to convert into a copy, a good service. "Wait,..." Out this old superstitious foundation, held my hand in the stick about to step off the door, it was not lending a room or two in this old lost shelter in the forest at the safety of the miserable cool, the natural get away from Odysseus to return as the outskirts of this hill laughed as the lamentations of the birds thin of absurd faith who chirped them last shouts before night, announcing what they had forgotten in that first obscure solid purple that as usual guided the predators to capture them by night, they wake my path to have me taken and there you was waiting without a wordily scandal, murmuring in silence three syllables. "...wait for me as I crave in your pardon." Turning to the lit by the candle on the oak wooden table, before her, paused, cupping the smell of a good liquor, twirling its aroma to my savour, breathing the lost I must visit. Would she know how the hipster of my brother married her, of the easy happiness who engulfs the day without a sack of golden coins, and the warmth of the temperature in this chambers to welcome all other provocations that give this taste who runs in the the veins of sin, for the descendants you will birth. Inside the creation of your rounded belly where all seats gestating I wisely guard your gifted virtue as a creator, or wasn't in me the push to a future you have never visit. Its mystery, indeed, for the miles an Elf as me walks, runs and speeds more hours then the day has passing the goods of all those who provide me passage, for whom have put me to seek out for you, every other night, and in every step in between. In all the alterations, from Kingdoms to villages I have but a poor lease of my fathers mansion, his treasure, the guidance of marking the news, a tendency which manipulates a fortune of values. Was truly the best fashioned embroidery out a net, that to fisherman nothing much of cost would be, but I had to go and find the principal ruler of the Inquisition in this fanfare game, where gamblers give it all, loosing, and yet in denial giving every moment of their energy at the proses who mingle in magical adventures to be, to dream they can exist in the possibility of player and in those dashing rules obey, to win a curl of your glimmering outlines, those hairs who seem to be grasping them palms as any war they will confront and at the midst of this stick and cup I find nothing too without your docile view, so shyly anxious. It may be the time who touches you, but the gallant empty skulls of my space where I have kill them will soon serve us as slaves playing to be approved in the living you provide, if wish to rebirth from you without avoiding the dust I provide. My wife, you are not, but my brother, what a foul has become probably rendered himself upon diamonds and Hobbits, in towers who lead no control out my risking reach and you, you will consider your spring to have bloom out the finest generation, in my blood where as many, behind await to fight for. But, those rules have been written, you held the map and destroyed it for this unknown chambers as those Elven memories had to be vanquish, and you want company? Without words she knew, with a trinity she asked. Extended my hand to her request being caught as if we are made of silver ore in auras who bond after the pays let live. "If I keep your secret, would you come with me? that in your old haunted room I will spoil no dog." This breathing wolf smirked, segregating saliva in my sophisticated palate while perceiving her wilderness come to master this path.
All that was left was the shimmering and shifting green glow in the air before them, a glow that closely resembled the one in her left hand.
every morning had juggled a crystal ball, tossing it from one hand to the other. this morning had discovered along the ritual the outline in Lavellan's face, why wasn't I afraid of dropping the crystal ball and shattering it. In my mind it already feels, now I'm just enjoying it.
Enjoying and experiencing the worst fact and feelings can actually free our minds to look at things more positively. No longer we are caught up in paranoia, that flat piece of scenery who doesn't overcome, we can accept the turbulences with major maturity and we can take our next steps into improvement. How many live upon them parents advice and die without crossing over, have you notice the land who possess us, out our travels, those you never left behind.
Some would think I was a world Leader with this hiking sandals. Laughed patiently for the court cases who left me, this situation force me into numerous cases around the world, wich took out my time and entirely profits. When I mirrored this fears, as the competitors to do the same back to me, I was able to examine them outside of myself, I would focus my entire energy in focusing on a new path, one of innovation. One no one will believe and one no one will ever know, just for you.
A sharp memory of her cuts me in as hammer drumming its weight, it buries my psyche in an attachment I could not deny, a craving depth of sorrow and denial to focus the entire energy on the path. If it wasn't for her facial expression breathing in utter nonsense, how did she manage to put everyone against me so I couldn't see anything else but her. Even if the crystal ball had fallen, she remained there.
Shall I depict my surrounding areas, the forest, the mountains, the villages, the desserts, oh, and the Kingdoms, it still haunted me, it was part of something unique that made me feel special and I knew it blocked me from the rest. She talked about the times we meet, before the Inquisition, of how we meet, in how to start, and would she recognized the Solas I was, flying away by the silhouette in her hands to touch me, my thin ear in her voice to spark sounds of reminiscences, in her hair to let loose for this early days and contently free onto the gift of a the renown sage converted into a hopeless romantic, travelling through her eyes for no tomorrows, wrapped, entangled in a hug to hold away everything she meant. It was this sweet voice of hers who filled with trust as so many characteristics who suggested one another.
In this manner I had to break my robe in two, a few inches from my feet, It was tiring from the wind to make it flow as a cape, it empowered me as one alone and above every designed plan. I could move freely in this way, with this impending facade on others as if there was something about to happen on every stand and place I had arrived.
We need our fellow friends, was waiting in the horizons to perceive a signal, I could run down free as an eagle to catch her, the elven tribes and kingdoms will not reveal unless I have you. Elebrin could wonder around the gardens with his sister while my brother Puck visited the Shire. The Gods have asked Odin for the wonders of power in Hell and the Giants bring the opening of Midgardians mind into the thirsts of future, but I, what am I without you? Who are they without the thrill of reinventing the earth? Did you listen to the agitation in between the natures, haven't I tell you in every departure as you tell me. And now, you have seen the devils vanish while I hold your left hand.
"Haven't we roll in the grass, play in unconditional spheres. We were few and still, no one knows your name, Lavellan."
There were a crash and flash of flame and smoke, did not focus but letting Lavellan go as I shift my long arms turning in a step, behind the rocky stairs for those who would gain the path of seizing me, once they leap over the great cast from the outer wall will let the rest vision hurled them back into the deep.
"I'm not here to follow the history that has been already built, I can't hold on for that is being lived, I have told you incisively along the trials."
She turned and sped up the stair, but as she ran she stumbled in her weariness and changed her mind against her heart. Could foresee everything backfiring away if she followed me, and then they will call me of treason. Emotionally of obstructive reason when my mind is empty in order to carry a legend for all, in that faith I count.
Nonetheless, if the man defends their territories and possessions then let the dusk or dawn until is taken or they themselves are slain. Things go ill along the Elven as well, the old hatred has inflamed into fear for our sisters and brothers to a hidden nature and they still ask me to unveil the curse I made.
If I win, alone back to the caves. I will pass your count again and if I loose, had never seen that to tell now my lost is your lost, is just when the moment of stepping backward grants them the dilemma to think and overcome the ideals of this path.
Now that had passed to my dismay learning that had not reached the top of the tipping point. There is an ancient speech of man, not the cry of wild, you won't hear those voices, nor the scream of the birds, your doom will feel certain, not in half thousand years you will understand their grievance. You will wish death for the robbers of your ancestors and those who exist till today forgetting what they want.
All who can have now, as the stones within this path, ready to shoot the first electrical power out your wand, they will want me to use the caduceus to heal so they recover, they insist when I'm still there for them, but the sickness returns again, is a pattern. I carry the cane in comparison to the furule who is only provided in flat shape to punish the children, in either form this one I carry, it shows more respect for having nothing inside it's hollow. They will look for any ruler to measure your power at hand and still, there is something missing in the connection. The ancient power of this voices will fetch from this hole.
So great power and novelty were revealed and the spectator may seal up inside what has happened without a circuit to comprehend inside their memories, unable to analyze. Empty handed, bring out the Skulking Dweller for a reliever, only time will tell, have faith for their need to gather is as endless as out journey.
On the ride, the Wise man and his companions, the captains and champions fell, I would have had to say what happened, I did believe in the power aside both sword and spear, it was the waiting shadow of the black smoke driven by uncontrollable madness, it pour rocks away rolling and pushing others amount of hard soil and ever the sound of horns echoed for the Wise man to stand for them.
My chest roared inside like an animal who runs freely balancing to the sides, surefooted. But on the walls, the man looked up, covered their ears, and waited for raising up again on the cliff and hill. Charging up, and the terror was held in the air for his coming, for them as well do it all over again and perhaps, get it.
Making love from million years past of history and future, I listen them touching as If I say something about the conservation of a race and culture, only the best will survive and not necessarily humble as me shall be. But, I must continue this path for the original word creates light. Wet resonate, that state is not virtual is magnanimous, beyond collective historical trauma.
Blowing fierce and free, all was heard and the murmur started again, trembling to be. As a female shakes her body impulsively over the cause. Standing thousand man crawled from the crypts of death to return to the road for a ray of sun. So it was there that in the light, the green grass, they knew they existed.
My vision is only to the whispers of a woman, she changes her name in every village as soon as may be now. Unhurt, had swift horses to catch this journey, she grants the power for the realm of the Elves to be conquered by human sense where ever I go, and I try, I do my best to walk alone through this festival.
149, 6 million km away from the sun and 4,600 million years ago, I was seating down as today with that constant eye for the Creator, we listened before words existed, before painters could craft, and it was not much existence then what parallels our minds, just a vast pure darkness and a deep witnessing down the core of everything that exists.
Some would have said was God who created the light, the Elven remained treasuring the secret as we seat on that day without the inventions of the chair and the boundaries between galaxies and Illuminating matters of moving energies as dusts of amplified colour and gases inside the space. Those things still exist today, as i'm seating once again.
Yes, they all think I grew up in a small village before the events, I did not have time to explain whom I was or where id come from, so many travels, so many figures, so many masters as my own. It would not be the fact of recognising the sElf before any one on the districts I walk, but for those who had find it to become very distant as if pointed mask speak to maintain their entertainments and nothing left is to teach or share in the outer living when knowing it all.
Some thought I was happily dreaming on ancient scriptures, I taught myself to make it on my own in this world, we had gathered long instrumentation to guide the natures, learning all there is to learn about what dwells beyond the veil rather then becoming part of any.
There was not an easy explanation for the average, not even with the Elven where each dominated what they had found in nature and made it their own land to belong, their own sea, their own forest and winds. My field could adapt, had seeing it evolve and drooped, as the particles of wars who hit ground, and the ones who are not defined and are to pass or learn in them own time.
A War meant conquering, and as one part became the other, or the part shall die, or one an other accept the frontier to whom each is build to conform. Fading my eyes crossed over to contact with the clans during my travels, it was a trip whom consumed the female elven Inquisitors, my companions and the path who carried me constantly on the circuit of affairs, but you, you had cursed me.
You came to me dressed as a dark Elf with enduring play.
As we traveled through time you learned to shift shape with me and to evolve your Psyche, tragedies that have occurred up until now, notably I have reach out to others, and remain quiet sceptical around liars and madman's control. This adds to the sometimes the impression in others that you have being always with me, and was grown weary of mine to not being headed from each raze I have known.
I value my freedom, to value the information each miracle provides, mean the fusion of the natures to me. You are so Nymphlike as I'm, when we are creatures of constant creation, they lack the power to restore from their own damage and leave it up to them mediocre stands as if is the only one, but you.
You have have known the changes and the contrast and this magical knowledge is both unusual and extremely useful. Watching all the layers, the memory levels in one frightfully good Wicked Grace, that last is where you have mastered me as well.
Way do you vanish my Elvina, every time I hold you under my melting point, you think is my escape, my never last, my entertainment? my own company, the one I own from my self?
Her breast was subject for me to hold her back as she would let go into my arms and surrender once more, how to master her magical abilities without her body? Id spend most of my wilderness wandering in it and would teach my self how to master her again.
You, see, every time you fall down, I reinvent my self to have you up, but we can't go on killing each other over positions we take.
If that power is not mine.
There is no mage without it's element.
Let the core of the world tremble your sorrow, how distant is the burning, how closer the fusion has had to become to be in our Elven Empire, let the Inquisition be who it is. I'm here to cover your dreams into mine as we approach our destine.
And then non of this will be share publicly, it was your option.
I wont wait for your answear, but each time you don't respond will become a step back and each step will construct a wall, because the attraction and the force has bounce us back in time, and our future maybe here & now, as the time we watched the creation it self.
If you have deleted, my pointed ears wont listen. You can watch me to the sides, or face every part you have turn against my body to become one.