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While cleaning his hands he still feel the smell. The slowly climbed the steps in the dark dungeon. There was a little light, a couple of tourches. He doesn't need them but they are some parts of the chain like the webs on the ceiling. Then he saw the big heavy door. After he reached it he pushed the heavy, cold, black door back. Its saund was like a roar of a red dragon rising behind a hill. A stranger could fall in the a deep fear with the saud but he was the one who controls it. He directly went to the library where a massanger was waithing for him. The massage was so important. He droped a couple of gold coin to the massanger. Since he was afraid of him, the coin brought a kind of shining in his eyes. He turned back and went to the town. After reading massage he smiled the notes on the parchment. Then he left the table and went to the window. He saw the massanger was running down the hill like a little child. it seemed that he completely forget the fear and the force that he spent for climbing the hill. He couldnt saw the town because of the hrad mist. There was a slince in the town. they are going to meet someting new. For centuries they were humiliating themselves. They always look for a superior to serve, to fear. The handmade gods no more fited them. So they were created an imaginary one with huge, extrenme powers. From now on they are going to worship him in order to reach a fictive worldly place. The time of enslavement started for them. They were afraid of their power of self, power of the humanity... They didn't want to see their power, fear from that... soon some othes were going to follow this. He thought some about this little poor sheep. when they will learn their power, self? He droped the parchment to the little bot in the corner of the room. While thinking the new names that they are going to give him because he was not a sheep, he can think and refuse to be a slave. The mass of the grass won't accept him because he prefered to be tree inspite of a little grass... He left the library and turn to.......
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The Biggest Metal Fan
maybe one day i'll put whole story to here...


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