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I saw with my eyes

towards a distant past,

in spite of the future.







I want to tell you a story, a story of a people who were neither born nor created to fight.



But how often, in the time that knows neither beginning nor end, this race did not stick to its destiny either.



This story tells of a people who served their rulers so loyally that they also accepted their own death if the royal family asked for it.



This 'people', of whom I have been speaking all this time, call themselves 'the people of Avalon'.



But actually this story is about, not really about that, actually it tells of deep friendship, trust, false ideals, hopes, forgotten memories, fear as never known, of hatred, born of bottomless despair and of shameless and unforgivable betrayal .





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>> A man who has nothing more to lose is capable of anything. <<



That is how the high-ranking generals would have spoken of him in the end. In the end, when they feared him more than death.





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>> Dreams are persistent, one still holds on to them, even if they have long since crumbled to dust. << Said those who turned away from us out of fear and were looking for an excuse for their betrayal.





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>> In the moment of desperation, what counts is not what is right and what is wrong, but what helps us to continue living. <<< br />
This is how his address began, shortly before it all began, all the entanglements that had developed into a huge ball of lies and envy in the end.





`He` ...` he`, that was a strong man. He was carved from the same cloth that heroes were made of.



What happened to him was a chain of various unfortunate coincidences.



He had done what many had thought impossible, we all knew that there would be many envious people.



Beings who would not grant him his success, but none ...



None ...



Nobody expected that it would end up like this? !