Chapter: Book of shadows; book 1, K1, shadow of loneliness

Hi you
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* all big dollknull *
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Sorry that I haven't written my other story yet, but I just don't have the right idea to continue writing, that's why I'm writing this here first, hope you like it.
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Hope to get enough criticism so that I know what to change.
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(Ps: why don't you answer my e-mail mysti)
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Book of Shadows
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first book
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Chapter 1
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Shadow of loneliness
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Lonely night wind stood on the slope and looked into the blood-red sky.
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His heart pounded wildly against his ribs like the icy wind in Askir
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His raven black hair was blowing in the wind, he ignored the pain that raged in his shoulder and the blood that ran down his arm and dripped onto the black earth.
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He had made it, he was here again, in the country where everything began and where everything would end.
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He just stood there looking over His country
<br />His land?
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It would have appeared to an observer as if he were one with the country as he stood there,
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grown up out of the earth, facing the wind like a long-awaited companion.
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He felt people's feelings, feelings, feelings were absolute, he had never been able to understand them, so he mostly hid them from himself and from other people.
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People
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Night wind was not a man, and they had let him feel it often enough, all but his friends, but they had left him
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Have to leave!
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But he knew that it wasn't goodbye forever.
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He looked at his body in disgust there was more than one mark that showed his blood, as they called it, his imperfections, not just the unusual strength or speed.
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But also the tail.
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Night wind was a sayajin, but only halfway
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So he was caught between two worlds, neither accepted by one nor the other.<br />
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Yes, a story everyone knows and again doesn't.
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I want to tell you more of The Night Wind story, and I want to tell you about the life of the Half Sayajin.
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My name is Dende, if you need a name for me, I am not a person myself, one of the reasons why I myself rarely come into contact with people, because they have shown me often enough that they are not worth it.
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What I have to tell you is a story that I myself was allowed to be part of.
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So if you want, sit by the fire with me and listen to my words,
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before they are carried by the wind like the sparks of fire and blown away .....
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