Se passa num mundo de high fantasy, a Terra Extrema, que criei para as minhas estórias que um dia quem sabe possam ficar boas o suficiente pra aparecer para o mundo. rs
Long ago, where
eternal's the cold,
In the lands where
the Snow meets the Ice,
A warrior, in hand -
a sword
Against his fate
prepared to fight.
In sacred halls under
the hills
The angels lived -
unchained, unfree
The warrior there
tried to pass
And them, alone, he
had to face.
He tried to talk, but
all in vain
The angels didn't
want to hear;
They told him:
"Leave!" - he dissobeyed,
He said: "Not
even death I fear!"
He had to fight
against them all,
He had no choice - he
wouldn't leave
He had much honor and
much pride,
His sword was shining
much too bright...
But still - he didn't
want to kill,
And angel's wing he
cut instead.
The angels fell, yet
she still lived;
And no one tried to
help her then.
"You have
betrayed us all. You'll die.
And pray we won't see
you again."-
And thus, the angels
left her - "let her lie!"
They left lying on
the ground.
Lenn yelled,
"Not gonna help her out?!"-
But there was no one
to hear.
(...)
Walking through the
empty halls,
With sword in hand,
aware of all,
Lenn knew the angel
followed him,
He looked behind and
saw her tears..
She was afraid, with
tears in eyes,
And she was suffering
from here;
Lenn tried to help
her, break the ice,
He almost told her:
"You, come here",
But time he never had
for that,
He simply thought:
"Under attack!"
For angels - they
would not forget
The one they met -
until his death.
Missiles of magic
filled the air -
He was the target… No
escape...
The Angel hopefully
stood upper -
No more they'd live...
And no more suffer...
He yelled,
"Faliss drestr rel-or-shes!
If you think I'll die
- just forget!"
With mortal fear
creeping deep,
He was prepared to
resist.
He pushed the angel
from the wall -
"There's a way
out of here! I know!
And you will tell me
where, see, girl?!"-
The angel pointed to
the wall.
With one quite
desperate effort,
The wall was broken
by the sword
But no - too late -
the magic strike
Achieved his goal...
"Die Human die..."
Lenn felt his back
burn - still, so what!
"Prepare to die,
forsaken swarm!"
Adrenalin rush,
heartbeat, cold sweat -
And no more fear, no
thought of death.
He threw his sword
with all his strength,
Prepared his bow -
and shot again.
And more missiles hit
him then,
He fell, got up and
fell again...
The only way to live
- escape;
The hole was big,
enough for ten.
He threw the Angel
there in,
And jumped - and then
the ceiling fell.
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