Hi guys


Well, how are you, finally my pc is working again, has been complaining for two weeks and then I also had a few family problems Well, it doesn't matter.


And I have a bad message to make, my Sory "IAMA" is on hold for now, I don't know how to continue.


if you have an idea you can let me know.


Now here is a story that has been floating through my head for a long time, if there are enough readers I will continue to write it.






Ps: If someone wants to know, Iama means in the language of the beautiful people (elves, elves, etc.) lover, friend and everything in between.








The night is dark and yet crystal clear


only the moon gives me cold light.


How long has it been since I looked so carefree at the sky, as if the world was all right,


but it is not


Not for a good two hundred years, but that doesn't matter because my friends are all dead, humanity is almost exterminated and the enemy is overwhelming.

The last survivors hide in the last ruins of the once great cities and wander around, meanwhile the plague has broken out, little by little it is ravaging people.


I couldn't look at the sadness anymore and went away, the sight of the dying people depressed me too much.


Only now do I understand the words of my dying friend that he left me with his last strength.


But that doesn't matter anymore, I'm alone and during this time there is no more room for me.


There is one more possibility, although I will no longer be able to change this time level,


but maybe a second future can be created, one in which my friends and family lead a happy life.


But I don't want them to recognize me, so I have no choice but to hide my face through bandages and the hood of my cloak, I also don't want to see my friends' face, which was disfigured by some scars and sadness.

Will you believe me?


Will I even be able to travel so far into the past, will the energy be rich?


I can only get answers to these questions if I try!


I'll make it !


I have to make it !




For a long time he stood on the slope and gazed into the night his black cloak was blowing in the wind and disappeared into the endless night.


His blood crystal gleamed ominously in the dull moonlight


He still regretted that he and three of his friends had closed this pack that made them almost immortal, that you can only die if the crystal is destroyed, they are inextricably linked, if the crystal is damaged, its owner also suffers injuries.


But he was the last survivor who closed this pack, the one who died in the fight, he was defeated by his injuries caused by the damage to his crystal.


The other took his own life because the death of his family and the senselessness of the whole story made him mad.

And finally the last one who was tormented and mistreated by the enemy to the infinite until the redeeming Totr. If he now looks at the picture of his dead friend, infinite hatred still rises in him.


As he lay there, the floor is covered with blood in the blood, the splinters of the blood crystal glittered but on his face there was a relieving expression.


The feelings overwhelmed him and a silent tear ran down his face.




Tears ???


I almost forgot that I can cry for a long time I couldn't forget tears, but now it's all over, I'll leave this sad world, but I'll never forget it.




He pulled the hood of his cloak over his banagated face and climbed into The Time Capsule.


He had named it "HOPE" because it was his last hope.


After a brief hesitation he started the capsule and fell into a deep sleep, his journey would take a long time but it would come to an end but the pain that raged in his heart would be eternal