HELLO


I'm new here and have made up my mind to also write a FF, although it is not exactly the icing on the cake, but practice makes perfect.


but I'm still missing a headline * howl *


Can you help me?


Ps: Of course I also built in DB charas, but they won't come until the second part.


Look forward (or hope to your clerks)


cu




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I haven't lived on this planet very long


but long enough for the human


Getting to know race as it is. I was shocked


about how humanity treats its own kind


they lie to and deceive each other


the strong suppresses the weak,


the rich enslaves the poor and that only,


to increase their wealth


They should be exterminated


But what if I'm wrong, when my anger blinds me

for those who respect their own kind.


I dont know.


Do I even have the right about this planet


and to judge its inhabitants?


Yes, I am right, this was given to me by the


Seravan granted.


The Seravan wouldn't lie to me as to why


so should she.




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When I read these lines today, I have to laugh. How naive and blind I was, but I wasn't the only one who fell for the Seravan's lies. Many have followed them and their laws.


But even that does not excuse the murders that I have committed in an alleged sacred mission.




We were able to bring the dead back to life ......, but I still hear the next when I'm alone, their scream, uttered in hystery and fear of death.


I couldn't even remember certain faces. There were too many on my crusades that I slaughtered in cold blood.

But I can remember a person who died under my hands exactly, and how I met the person I love, I will never forget it.


It was three years ago on the planet Nemesis, it was already very cold and the landscape was covered with snow.


We had almost completely exterminated the inhabitants, only few of the surviving survivors resisted or hid in the abundant mountains.


This heretical race, as I used to think, had a great advantage over us because it can grow wings at will.


My squad only consisted of a few, my friend Askir, and two others were seriously injured but capable of transport and had very good chances to survive, I was only slightly injured, but the other two ......




Suddenly I felt an aura, very weak but there.


There was no telling whether it belonged to the enemy or to one of my men whom I still miss.

The person to whom the aura belonged seemed badly injured.


That is why I went to its origin without thinking about it any further.




It didn't take long to get to the slope where I felt the aura.


It was a young man, I estimated him around eighteen.


He was dressed in simple black trousers and a white, already very tattered, coat.


His silver hair glistened in the cold moonlight, his flawless face was smeared with blood.


He knelt before his sword, which was also bloody and stuck in the earth, his great black wings spread.




He made no move to flow, he seemed to know that there was no point.


I walked slowly towards him and drew my sword from its sheath.


I raised it, the shadow of my blade covering his face.


I was already waiting for him to beg, belittle me, or even cry, in the face of death.