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1.Earths EpilogueLees het nu
2.PreludeZie hieronder
3.Revenge and BetrayalLees het nu
4.Lost and AloneLees het nu
5.Rivalry and DistressLees het nu
6.Liberty and DespairLees het nu
7.Torment and ControlLees het nu
8.Passion and JealousyLees het nu
9.Memories and PromisesLees het nu
10.Hatred and GuiltLees het nu
11.Fear and SecretsLees het nu

Prelude
 
June 4th, 3855 A.E

My name is Dai. My story is brief, but it is one I shall never forget, neither shall I forget the moon that shone so bright in that midnight starlit sky. The evil it hid in the craters shadows of its flawless marble face, like fireworks of deceit and death that mirror the moons creations. For like many beings in this world, the moon is not the only thing that transforms in the darkest depths of the night. The fragility of the human mind and soul are easily broken, but my tale is of one who survived: me.

When I first came to this world, all those years ago, my younger self would only have dreamed of what I have seen. Yet somehow, beneath it all, I find that my childhood delusions influenced the irony that is now my life. I’ve been wondering through the wilderness for nearly three years now, tracking a Werewolf pack to the east and silently hoping that they will take in my skinny hide. It would be nice to start out fresh but there is an untamable beast inside of me lurking in the deepest, darkest depths of my soul.

When I was first bitten I knew my life would never be the same, knowing full well what happened after my first full moon alone. I have often wondered if I could ever return home again, yet I keep moving forward in search of my own kind with my mind filled with torment and regret. Whenever I look at my reflection I see a constant reminder of what happened that night, but perhaps I should consider myself lucky to have not lost my eye in the process, and be grateful to the scars that now marry my pale features.

When I dream, my mind reveals vivid images to me. The blond hair that still resides on my head smeared with my own bright red blood, warm and sticky on my skin. The pain of splintered bones, snapped tendons and sliced flesh. Memories of the thick, heavy smell of blood that will never leave my nostrils. I will never be free of that night, nor the curse that has been laid upon me. Both shall forever haunt me, until I breathe my last and final breath...
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