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Many yesterdays ago (when he was young), gladly read a significant amount of information guides, month after month, and I enjoyed it wholesale ...

... however, interfere in a number of activities bland, so I walked away from constructive hobby ...

... and, incidentally, I stopped to buy books written, and therefore were not in my priorities ...

... because a good part of my being felt strongly that he had assimilated all the letters of my intellect and substance needed ... ...¡¡¡

blunder ...!!!

... and almost fatal ...

... fortunately, and largely through the impetus it has given me in this area my gold Anabel ...

... I returned to consumptionmanifest mills ...

... making me a new (for me at least) demeanor of the Castilian language ...

... or royal jewels translations made in corner of this world one can imagine ...

... so, holding that re-digested virtuosity ...

... will detail, by way of listing, what excited me most treaties in this eighth year of the third millennium of the modern era (from the pseudo-Western mankind) ...

... from what we already have stated before in the space of my "other self (the real life )"...

... so without further proems, point out to a local dialectical miracle, worthy of a "mention honofíca" a pulse ...

CHTMLX0 .- "petals" of Guadalupe Nettel ... because the "monstrosity" lies not only physically, if not the deepest recesses of our homes, is that this type of reports that at least squirm inside anyone who ventures to try to decipher them, should exist. Here is what separates the "unfit"-around which revolve such letters, the rest are your hobbies misunderstood, that border on touching several times, and downright disgusting in others. Me two things are clear: (1) This book is not for everyone, and (2) its young designer has a very promising future in the scene of the current literature (examples to back up what I assure there are several, and their adorable spawn graduates "Prosis", "Bonsai", "Bezoar" and, obviously, as views regarding the world of fauna heterodox, recounting experiences of first or second hand, with a sense of humor that is distinguished by being extremely dismal. Who wants to know what happened to old friends (like "Nessie", "Bigfoot", the "Mothman", the "Chupacabras", etc.) as well as other unique adhesions to the macrocosm of the thin (like the "Goat Man "), this is a work of forced assimilation. Awesome (and funny )...!!!



04 .- "Fin de fiesta" by Luis Bernardo Pérez ... I said it before and I continue: This man is one of the major current and valuable sites of Mexican literature. For starters, do not think there's another "micro-narrative" as completand "Train." Thoughtful and iconoclastic ...!



01 .- "A Man in the Dark" by Paul Auster ... Finally, returning to the undeniably universal, I plunged once more in the parallel world imposing Mr. Auster, who, today, is the best thing that has occurred in the immortal office of Anglo-Saxon manuscripts (and why not say, global), in a way, and a disproportionate maturity, has succeeded in combining the best elements of their previous releases, and without losing one iota of freshness and originality that have always characterized ... thus this, his most recent book is also a strong and accurate link more of his great string of achievements, a triumph in the written dimension

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Set in this stormy year there was glare on DVD's Music (Official )...!

... really, I think that I have rarely had so many wonders of various types in that category as in the current period yet ...

... and besides, I can (with all humility) I got to presume that without too much pain all I really desired of these items ...
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... so which, in my own opinion, were the most impressive in the field of 'metal' ...

... but as is my custom, before kick off with some "honorable mentions" ...

... first kings of a world that has nothing to do with the devastating ...



* Radiohead - "Best of ..."... All the video clips brought to light this magaz while under certain major label (the PARLOPHONE )...! Yes .. Promotional twenty are gathered in chronological order, which is already cause for celebration (the work of this type that they sign and / or sponsor are not anything, not for nothing these geniuses have worked with directors such as Sophie Muller , Jonathan Glazer and Michel Gondry), but what makes this paper worth its weight in gold is that it includes several pieces that never had the right media, such as "Anyone Can Play Guitar" and "Pop Is Dead" from their wild and fresh start, or "I Might Be Wrong", "Push Pulk / Spinning Plates" and "Sit down stand up", from his etapmore experimental and enigmatic, plus jewelry obviously also lists the likes of "Fake Plastic Trees," "Street Spirit (Fade Out)", "Karma Police", "Pyramid Song" and "There There", which easily put among the largest mini-films of all time. This is a real treat for those who have followed the trail of these semi-gods from their early days ... and I may embrace you with great love and courage ...

... now I pass and fully parallel universe that many consider bizarre ...

... that of 'rock' really 'hard "...!

... universally known as' metal '(which has multiple versions, among which are the' heavy ', the' thrash ', the' death ', the' black ', the technician, the' doom 'progress,' grindcore ', etc.) ...

... more before diving into what is published and distributed in this annual cycle, due to an event near these dates ...

... speak on the historical wonders that have finally been properly scanned, and are among us once more to the format concerns me now, renewed and expanded ...

... so I offer three special awards more that are for ...



* TOXIK - "Dynamo Open Air 1988" ... Has finally done justice to one of the biggest bands of thrash / speed metal 'American progressive ...! Building who have returned to their old ways since 2007, largely thanksyou can rediscover in all its glory, with hymns and immortal jewels emerged from their self-titled debut, "The number of the beast", "Piece of Mind" and "Powerslave" at full power, plus several extras that are more than mere aggregates (as his performances in Poland - "Behind the iron curtain" - and Brazil - "Rock in Rio 1985" - and the documentary "The History of Iron Maiden part 2"). This DVD is a bulwark in music in general, and of course a trophy for any worshiper undisputed tighter and pure 'metal'. Remembering is living again ...!

... perfect ...! Now I'm more than ready to give to know that in 2008 took its toll on me ... ... and this will happen ...
... three ...

... two ..will be properly evaluated. Virtually everything done here by this quintet is flawless, although I would love to charge more than the material of his early works, although it is understood that they are promoting their latest CD ("The Novella Reservoir"), so maybe While failure can be forgiven. Quite right tribute to desolation ... nothing more, nothing less ...



08 .- SALEM - Salem underground "... Twenty years in an industry struggling so ungrateful ...! Sounds easy, but I know firsthand that trying to make something of worth along with other entities that appear to have goals similar to yours can be a nightmare. Who themselves have endured tC





06 .- BETWEEN THE BURIED AND ME - "Colors Live" ... for many, "Colors" is a watershed not only in the career of these progressive phenomena 'metalcore' more technical, if not of sound art in all its vastness. I may sin of sincere, I insist that is more admirable his two previous launches ("The silent circus" and "Alaska"), but do not stop take my hat off to the enormous talent displayed in every note of that impressive record. Based on its fans, and sales, "performed in front of a small audience, and performed almost without any rest, the mentioned work from start to finish. It was ready to appear on both CD and DVD, but the latter has too many surprises: a containerthat are complementary (which becomes more that I applaud, as they give priority to its beginnings, giving free rein track "Mordecai", "Shevanel cut to flip," "Backwards Marathon" "Ad a Dglgmut", "Aspirations" and "Selkies: The Endless Obsession"), a special version of false conceptual video clips and a documentary recording his "baby" more successful. For those who do not know that there are more representatives of so intricate substyle, this double package is an unparalleled treasure, others more learned, what may be perceived as the gem it is, but without putting it on an altar ...






05 .- DECAPITATED - "Human's Dust" ... seems like yesterday when we hit so many bad news of the death of Kietyka Witold (Vitek), drumsth 'metal melodic) you can perceive from many different angles: (1) is the intrinsic support for magífico last studio CD, the huge "Rise of the tyrant" -, (2) is the ideal complement to its previous DVD officially the "Live Apocalypse" -, (3) is a very special thanks for his followers Nipponese, who have supported from the very beginning, (4) is the opportunity, now, watch the Amott brothers-Michael and Christopher by doing real magic with his guitar, (5) of step back can be seen in its entirety quality Sharlee D'Angelo on bass and Daniel Erlandsson on drums, (6) of course, also must affirm that he who steals the show is Angela Nathalie Gossow, which, again, is the best singer of his type, (7) completeta dignity any collection that is available on what made the band, the genre in which categorizes them or love melomania in its entirety. The proceeds is superb and flawless ... and, as it should be common knowledge, unless you can not expect from this "arch enemy" ...



02 .- Opeth - "The Roundhouse Tapes" ... and last year had declared an essential gem, and it had not gone on sale more than on CD, now is already in the street in the audiovisual version, and no, not just the sum of the images emancipating the majesty of this wonderful ... This goes far beyond, introducing also the point of view of those who lived through that experience directly,Gear runs at 100% and, although it may seem blasphemous, I prefer a thousand times this film that his great "Lamentations." I confess that I was thrilled to greatly enjoy this DVD for the first time ... and no, or little bit ashamed of it ...



01 .- MARTYR - Havoc in Quebec City "... Treasure treasure ...!!! This is not just the most exciting musical DVD, 2008, if not one of the most commendable of all of this decade, really. The intricate Canadian quartet, which has right and left of the most convoluted and unconventional thrash / death metal 'ultra-technical (tinged with' jazz / fusion 'and clearly progressive strokes), is more accessible than ever before leavingthat has distinguished itself as the world's most competitive. If you needed a reason to become a cult for this school of pure magnificence, and look no further. I repeat: ¡¡¡¡¡ treasure of treasures ...!!!!! ... and, well, really hard to get ...
... but that's not what matters ...

... what's left of me are so solemn exaltation ...
... well the observed / heard / absorbed / applied ... ...¡¡¡ no longer be able to remove me!



Atte. Introtionis (lover of true art audio-visual).

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ar that this is her most daring album, Alice and all her pilot (interrupted) career, and note that at all intend to sign up other radio hits from the likes of "Bittersweet Symphony", but have created another great song which is sure the delight of his staunchest supporters, called "Love is noise" (which itself is iridescent as few). Let us hope that this meeting not only to soothe the souls of those who wanted to see them again on stage ...






08 .- 10 Years - "Division" ... After his fantastic (and bleak), the amazing debut "The Autumn Effect" - expecting much from these Americans, rather than performing a great 'post-alternative' to Fierté edgeddefending tooth and nail even the 'rock' mellow and well structured both love to ...




06 .- Disturbed - "Indestructible" ... I consider them as the epitome of rock 'drive (or' metal 'post-modern ... or "alternative" very heavy), mystical and powerful ... and of course, if I have left more than bowlegged with their attacks titled "Believe" or "Ten Thousand Fists" in the immediate past, and every time they are about to get a new board for public knowledge, I consider it a warning to an upcoming celebration. As expected, this time also I was wrong, and have even become a bit more convoluted, without losing at all that freshness that since its inception been its hallmark. DDraiman Avid excels as a constant so, as leaving school must sing to interpret this subtrack. Indeed, the drawing that David Finch made to illustrate the cover is an anthology ...



05 .- MGMT - Oracular Spectacular ... the anteriomente known as THE MANAGEMENT have gone ahead in the middle of nowhere aprente, paying tribute to the decadent 1960's and 1970's, and the sound of añejísimas glories, which had a huge taste for the surreal and experimental in more ways than one . Being consistent with themselves, present with an acetate that, while reminiscent of dozens, in the end can and ensure that the duo has successfully found its very edgesta way of making music. Her single "Time to pretend" led by the hand to the top of 'rock psychedelic alternative, which is not simple to achieve, and less if within such achievement includes a chorus and immortalized by the masses. Blunt first step ... and time will tell if we continue to follow them so full of vitality ...



04 .- COLDPLAY - "Viva la vida" ... the full title of the fourth movement of these ubiquitous English is "Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends" and is sponsored by a music icon of the highest class (inmensísimo Brian Eno), still, to some extent the most "dangerous" this quartet has tried before to add some mini soundsdjudiqué a more than likely drop from its original proposal. Fortunately he was mistaken, and now that I have in hand, I can assure eque this new CD is great. To some extent, is more focused than its predecessor, and tends to introspection (though the lyric apparently still so crazy). It is also arguably the most recent and accurate tribute to the 'new wave' and 'rock' for 'garage' two decades ago, but the important thing is that their essence remains intact for other ...



02 .- Travis - "Ode to J. Smith" ... despite knowing very good sources of unquestionable quality of these Scots and worship several of his old singles (like "Why Does It Always Rain On mof such a heroic group ...



01 .- The Cure - "4:13 Dream" ... four years it took from their self-titled exercise, that I was satisfied at all, so my expectations for this occasion was very high. Rumors of a return to a more relaxed sound by Robert Smith and company (the always faithful Simon Gallup, Jason Cooper and Porl Thompson, who wanted more prodigal son) were emerging everywhere, and news of the re-releases some of his new songs live filled me with joy, were perceived as very much alive and eager to demonstrate their broad effect in a world that has been lying to them on countless occasions. They came for the simple every day 13 (oneto unusual marketing strategy), and finally, in late October, he emerged from the shadows its thirteenth long duration, with a curious name (which due to its location in the stratification group numerological addition to the number of members currently it up) and cover. Almost IMMEDIATELY I made a copy of it and assimilated it step by step, falling in love with several of his most glittering anthems (like the very delicate and sinking "Underneath the stars", the festive and heartwarming, "The only one", the desolation "The Reasons Why," an ode to suicide announced, "the schizophrenic and movidísima sumamante" Freakshow, "the dreamer" Sirensong "the very, very dear" This. Here and now. With You ", the demotivating" Sleep when I'm dead "or Psychedelic

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stribuidores to place near me is impeccable piece, so I just arrived at the port where I live, I enjoyed it at my leisure. Why is my impetuous need to taste it ...? A major reason is that it is more than unique contribution to cinema Tim Burton in general ... besides that, of course, it does, for the sixth time, teamed with Johnny Depp, on which I have already stated on many occasions that I regard as the most deified actors of his generation. However, despite being a musical, has many elements to consider it phenomenal, as the production values, costumes, editing, sound editing and technical achievements, so much orchestration brings more than float a brilliant diamond, which in other hands could be tooicate ... The joker

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that is ...!!!

... precisely wonders of this magnitude ...

... is that I still have faith in the film industry ...
... now ... ... I can only cross our fingers ...

... while waiting till 2009 ... ... is at least as iridescent ...

...¡¡¡ please!

Atte. Introtionis (lover of good cinema ... ever "movie buff" ... ever "movie buff").

Quick Time South Park Top 10 CD's of 'progressive' of 2008 ...

a system in harmony, and aims to reach that cap a spiral development ...

... therefore, enter this macrocmosmos in constant metamorphosis is an adventure ...

... that expands consciousness and maximizes view ...

... as I have accepted with great honor, being part of such an invaluable travel outer ...

... present, therefore, wrapped with tremendous pride, these ten productions ...

... motivated me to think, feel and ramble more ...

... in this parameter of 365 days (which is getting out of hand) ...






10 .- Evergrey - "Torn" ... seventh column shows the talent of these Swedes, which has alwayss nuances to their already Machiavellian works. What is certain is that always surprise, either way ... or other ...






07 .- TO-MERA - "Delusions" ... after his stay in WITHOUT FACE, the future of Julie Kiss (one of the finest singers and a true vocal gift today) became very uncertain ... But give it up for dead was exaggerated too much ...! To show how wrong they were his detractors, left accompanied by new and great musicians, and took the above in the previous group (which is worth of 'metal' Gothic elaborate and theatrical) to new and immense heights, overcoming all kinds of limits before seemed so fragile self-imposed lady. The result is a methContinue to rely on the amazing complexity and the untimely sickly, leaving once and for all clear that that is his trademark. Magnificent is for anyone who finds beauty everywhere ... even in the extremely dense ...



05 .- IMAGINARY PLANET - "Biomass" ... This authentic community (of eight!) English takes nearly a decade in service, but few had the fortune to see his fascinating 'jazz / rock / fusion' until they armed themselves with courage and decided to crystallize their dreams in a debut. Thus, generated by a keyboard (in form of synthesizer, piano or organ "Hammond"), a trumpet, a saxophone, two Rombon, guitar, bass and drums was nevercohesion. Frankly, they remind me of some of the most sensational bands of the semi-defunct Canterbury scene, but I admit that theirs is very fresh and full of little tricks that keep me interested every time I rediscover ... and that is important ...



04 .- ANIMA MORTE - Face the sea of darkness "... emulating the great Italian giants for two or three decades, focusing on creating great soundtracks (progressive and / or environmental) to the most horrific and bloody films, arising from the trend 'giallo', the Swedish quartet (comprised of members of such disparate concepts as they are LOCH VOSTOK and flagellation) pays tribute to those fearful butcheries filmic, transmite with what sounds grim images and ideas resulting in pure horror, the 'gore' and nightmares in general. In a way these nine funeral marches come to be the perfect setting for any realization of Mr. Argento, Deodato and Fulci ... and this, in turn makes me very uneasy, I was surrounded by a cold peace ...



03 .- Cosmologic - "Eyes in the back of my head" ... Festival goes 'free-jazz' outer ...! This elusive combination of bass, trombone, drums and tenor saxophone brings out the best in the subgenre, mixing with the 'rock / fusion' very naturally, leaving the impression that everything they show is merely the product of improvisation (the always adorable spirit ofleaving everything that has to do with the 'death' on one side, and becoming more experimental and moody, have created an inescapable and undeniable treasure, full of cavities worthy of more extensive exploration. They can even be accused of living in the universe 'doom' (somewhat uncomfortably), but its bleak mausoleum decorated with sections akin to the most exciting rock 'space, the most irreverent' techno '/ industrial and always welcome (to Once disowned) 'avant-garde. " Some who have self-segregated, which is not easy to digest his ear lay ... And what ...! Are Polyphemus ... and scared, but in the best sense ...



DEUS EX MACHINA 01 .- - "Imparis" ... What better way to celebrar a twentieth anniversary by giving a little more than itself, while recall the most critical points of a grand career ...? I think not, and fortunately more than deify Italians did just that: they rented a studio / French audience (called "Le Triton"), and composed hymns completely unedited (which was duly captured by way of new material), in addition to immortalized several of his most incredible classics (belonging to "balance gives insofferenza", "Cinque" and the musical this year) live, leaving as will a CD / DVD so shocking experience, showing why they are the kings of 'jazz-rock 'of his generation ... and is that not everyone merges aspects as well as the 'rock' in oppositionhat ... suffice to state that if someone asked me what are the five most revenciables groups of all times in this mode, one of them would certainly be pointed me this "God Machine" ... Not say more ...!

... that silence has his ... ... and you still enjoy it ...
... as much as possible.


Atte.
Introtionis (lover of good music).

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05 .- Imperative Reaction - "Minus all" ... without originality in excess, Californians have made a good name among the hosts of the northern industrial country, but what they planned on this occasion is somewhat more oriented to 'rock' than the synthesized. There is some aggression, which is quickly seared by an invasive depression. Go up ... How pollution ...?






04 .- THE PRESETS - "Apocalypso" ... second full term of this Australian duo gets into a huge blender "electro-industrial" sweeter, the "synth-pop" mLXC

02 .- ENIGMA - Seven Lives Many Faces "... Finally reached the seventh jewel of the German team (based in Ibiza, Spain), and did not leave a loose end ...! The puzzle since this time on the table by such geniuses again plunge into the 'new age', but with the ever needed to diversify its striking tangents production (the same can find some 'electo-pop' than 'trip-hop ', or details of' rock 'industrial and world music), focusing, of course, huge orchestrations and an intrinsic and inherent sensuality. As usual, are charged to the ethereal and even poetic re-set the standard that have left behind from that mythical "MCMXC aD" in 1990. They are, in my opinion, a filphilosophers in favor of the angelic in an era plagued by demons ... and this ought to give them more sympathy than disdain from the mere mortals ...



01 .- LYSERGENE - "Critical mass" ... This one really blew the lid of my infected (by many 'microchips' implanted) brains ...! In this fusion tremendísima dsifrute recorded for their potential victims ... errrr ... listeners, there are multiple readings contained: "industrial", "environmental", 'techno', 'trance', 'psycho', 'noise', 'drum'n'bass', 'progressive house', 'dark wave', 'ebm' and so forth. What is most amazing is how cybernetic nightmare (or dream ... it depends on the listener) has sprung from the English Gordon Bicknell, Esoteric guitarist, and that in itself should

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aya too much "dead time" (5) that are placed on the same topics that are not necessarily those who keep close to the style more "normal" by the band in question (they can be versions of the creations of others, or songs that " leftover "from the recording sessions of some previous material), (6) etc., etc., etc. ...

... so that in itself is complex to analyze something that, with so little, says as much. Go which I think were the most fascinating "EP's" this year, already in full extinction ...





05 .- SUFFERATORY - "Pseudophilosophic" ... ultra-mega-brutal Russians, who return to do what they do best, after five years of total silence. The four issues now ofrECEN are completely fresh, and in the vein of his outrageous "Compulsory martyrdom." If someone likes extremely strong emotions, I recommend it very hard ...



04 .- H-GEORGE - "Neurotic" ... 'Thrash metal' very rhythmic and extraordinarily accomplished from Italy. As I said before, this project is led by a great musician, which, though it is full of himself, mastered to perfection their instruments (guitar, bass), plus it makes more than decent, playing his own to something family, although its safe distance. It helps a drummer Fixed (named Carlos) and an extraordinary singer (Trevor, throat of utra-technical Sadist). Glorious first punch, from Mr

02 .- SINCARNATE - "On the Procrustean bed" ... Emotional go 'death / doom' melodic begotten from the most unlikely Romania ...! This is another debut, in addition to commendable results in the crowning of a couple of years of hard work by this sextet. Its three hymns are desgarradísimos, though with the ferocity needed to shake off the etigma "Gothic" with which they could easily become related at first hearing. If they continue with such clarity of goals, a great reputation will soon ...



01 .- OBITUARY - "Left to die" ... The pioneers of death metal are present again ...! Just a year ago took thousands of assault with exc

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"There's nothing to be thankful," replied the priest, his voice dark. Lord ...

-Libhurr "said the dwarf, in a similar tone. Doctor Gléwak Lihburr.

The expression of both was low, despite the showing courtesy to each other. Libhurr Once the door was closed, the Father Draucandir question could not hold a moment longer:

- What happened & oacutee;?

Gléwak Libhurr opened his mouth, but no sound came out. After a few moments like that, took a deep breath, visibly lifting the shoulders, and suddenly let out a sigh. He took one of his wrinkled hands to face, to remove a few glasses held in precarious balance on his bulging nose, which happened to be cleaned with a tissue.

"It's a sad story ... "He began, suddenly looking much older than Eiththat, relatively recently, my predecessor at the lower levels found evidence of occupation at some point in history, by the dark elves. The interest of these findings, and they could continue, it is clear to our guild: dark elves are a race dodging and closed, of which only have records ...

Draucandir Father listened to the tirade archaeological education, but with some impatience. He had done, nine years later, all the way back to Vector to hear about dwarfs and elves dark strengthss. His partner seemed to notice, because it stopped, cleared his throat trying to hide his obvious turbacióny radically changed the topic of his speech:

"We were surprised by a Snowstorm said, clutching the glasses in his hands dirty again and the crystals that had so careful to clean. It was evident that it was much easier to talk about archeology that the issue they are dealing. Are rare at this time and our astronomers had expected. Most of the team was Resguardwho sought refuge in a nearby cavity. Could have survived if the storm had subsided before, or if they had not been completed fuel ...

"And Elliot could have survived as well, if he had chosen to leave James" Either understood without need Libhurr told him. That was exactly what would have been expected from the girl I knew.

"I suppose we should thank the gods that, at least, allow them to be," he said, maintainings, "said the Father. His parents are not among us.

"Well, sorry ... "Moaned the gnome. So no living relatives? No one who can take care of it?

Draucandir shook his head heavily.

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Lactose Intolerant Among Stats Canada Fall, Part III: The Wizard Thrairr

many hours a day they could spend. Moreover, despite their constant efforts to deny the evidence, had to resign themselves to accept that his condition was getting worse as they approached his son. There seemed no possible explanation or reason that makes him. It was only as if, when approaching Tilion, les forces leave quietly. Intentioned as they were, they dared not say anything about it, but began to avoid unintentionally. If this little noticed, never showed that bothered him. Loneliness seemed to be the best company I could wish and, despite that Posada was cada night full of customers, never seemed to awaken in the greater interest than the stones of the road.

Tilion favorite distraction was interned, alone, in the depths of the forest. So he did, both day and, especially, those nights when not a whole company of armed men would feel comfortable wandering the dark sinister Yavedin. Warnings were to no avail and concerns of adoptive parents: Tilion ran into the thicket darkest night without the slightest vacilaci securcute, n. That behavior, coupled with its unique appearance, soon bring forth a wide collection of new rumors. They said the boy who lived in the Posada del Bosque had power over the dead, speaking with spirits and made deals with them.

Far from making people avoid stopping at the inn, the legend of the ghost boy who charmed attracted even more passengers. One of them was a dwarf chestnut beard, wearing a robe of fine Elven manufacturing, walking stick leaning against a more alt

-Porr both fuerron not you who will pusierron the nombrre thought aloud, stroking his beard with an attitude away. Prregunto if I mean anything ... Son of Cuerrno ... Cuerrno podrría what Serr child?

The poor men, who did not speak a word of Elvish beyond "good morning" and "thank you for your visit, nor was ; an ever questioned that the name of the small repudiationra have any meaning, they looked puzzled, unable to answer the question of the dwarf. Not that he expected, either, because then he added, speaking clearly

them:

- Podrría conocerrlo?

Innkeepers exchanged a new look, bewildered, not knowing yet what interest an athraenoriano magician in your child. However, the voice of them Tilion interrumpió.

- Son of the Horn? He asked, appearing in the stairwell. The down faster than usual, went to Thrairr and glared at him. What does that mean?

In reply, the dwarf legs failed him and dropped into a chair. His forehead was covered with sweat fríoy, in the depths of his expression, Emile and Gillian thought they recognized a clear and pure brightness m

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- And do not you're grateful for it?

"That is precisely the key point," she said, rising from his chair and walking slowly along the ice surface, without a specific direction. Humans we have never agreed on that. Some think that the elves have been some generous parents, who have taught us all we know, while others say that, as benevolent were, we would have had to deal from the start as equals, and that everything may have contributed not ever justified to treatImdor and Aranor. However, Kemdor, the largest and proud of all, never reconciled himself to make peace.

- Kemdor You mean you have lived at war with Arthia from the day it was formed? How long ago was that? Thousand years?

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least a thousand years, yes. But not only Arthia, but with all the witch elves-pointed. Obviously, there have been a thousand years of continuous struggle, not at all againsts. The history of Elven Kingdoms Kemdor and is full of truce agreements and breaks them, as changed hands in power in either country's interests at the time, but never agreed upon a formal peace. Dagor only thing he did was force the issue enough to break one of those agreements.

- And that led to a conflict of more than seventy years?

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Broken Capillaries Over Exercising Summer, part five: The city of mountains

p; iacute; an gnomes made to build a city the size and importance of Vector in remote and inhospitable place. For all he knew, all of it was like a huge iceberg, with more than nine-tenths of rock excavated under the old mountains of the Thorn Forest and a labyrinthine network you ; tunnels that linked with inversemblantemente distant geographic locations. Probably that was the only explanation that the city had managed to survive the hellish winters Alpine, the decline of the first race and the subsequent flowering of the elven nations. A city and the old s & oiacute; a partial face, beautiful, though deeply drawn. A marked dark circles under eyes loomed burning with pent-up anger.

"Well ... How has stayed my Queen? Dagor King asked, finishing the door and into the room. He wore no escort. Guards never entered, or services in that part of the castle.

"Let go, bastard," snapped the prisoner, who was indeed a Queen. Arthia Queen Lillian, for more about girlse; ace. You know that I will not have a crisis until the evening.

- and risk having the whole world see you with that face? Dagor replied, fiddling with the chain hanging key. I'm afraid that may not, my Queen. Do you know what would happen if you lift the slightest suspicion about your ... little problem? Do you think that the people of Arthia would like to know your Queen is a monster?

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as well as if they were covered by a thousand needles. The pain was back.

"It hurts, right? Dagor sarcastically asked, crouching beside her with a look of condescension. It seems that money affects you more than normal for the duration of the full moon. Even in human form, the small amount containing these irons well enough to keep you docile. I can not even imagine the torture that should become when you transform ...

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Dagor Expression of King lost all tinge of fun and frivolity, becoming a hard mask and severe. He bent down again in front of her, sticking a steel-cold eyes of his sword and held her chin with one hand she vainly tried to evade. When he spoke, his voice was rough, as if he will stick to the palate:

- Still have not understood, Lillian, I love you with all my being?

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was almost mid-afternoon when Father Draucandir reached the plateau on which stood the buildings of the city proud of Vector. I was exhausted by the climb, but that did not stop to enjoy its intricate architecture, so different from the constructions of elves and humans. Hard to believe that those buildings, apparently so complex and delicate, been there since even before the establishment of Arthia.

There would be time later for tourism. For the moment, had something to do, something that had been diverted on the way back.

A gnome barely taller than his own knee, with a beard and wrinkled face that even with the best intentions could have said age, he said the way through the little streets of the city surface. The man (he was a man, a human) that looked lived in a small hut in the lee of mountains, in what appeared to be the outskirts of the city. It diruled there without losing a moment, thanks to a particularly precise instructions (much more than could have been those of a human or an elf), soon found the place he sought.

A middle-aged man with a dark beard, went to open the door. After a moment of surprise, exclaimed:

- Draucandir Father! What are you doing here?

CHTis that time passes very well. In fact, you could not come at a better time, Father.

- Why do you ask?

James invited him. It was a one-room hut, which was used to time as kitchen, dining room and bedroom. Elliot smiled at him from what appeared to be the bed, looking tired but happy. In her arms a small child, still slightly bruised, appeared to doze, restless, shaking hands and closing in response to some kind of STD & am

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Elvish

A funeral is not something you witness every day. The burial of a prominent General Arthia court was certainly a spectacle capable of moving across the nation.

The coffin of General Elannon preceded the procession, carried by six of his most loyal men, two majors and four captains. Behind him, his eldest son, Elran Elannon, who was worldwide and as the new head of the family, parades, hurañoy head down, with a beautiful elf with pale skin and hair gold that everyone recognized as his wife, Serena Sylvania. In the arms of Seren, oblivious to the ominous ceremony quand was developing around him, dozed the first child, a little boy who, following the tradition of Elannon that initial name was the same as the last name had been called Eithel.

Everybody regretted the loss that day the second son of General Elannon Either, who died in combat long ago. Nobody seemed to pay attention, however, the rural priest of the goddess Danna, always hooded, the procession was mixed among the group of citizens who had been on the streets to witness the ceremony and pay their respects , which marched far behind family members, cnce upon a platform raised about as high as the pulpit itself, guarded by guards, who stayed in the King and Queen. The mob stood witness the ceremony.

A gale wind blowing hostile took days to shake the flags flown at half mast, and removed the hair and clothing tips from the audience. The sky, leaden-gray, the whole scene was a pale, dull colors, as if the world was a tissue that had been washed too.

"We have gathered in this sacred place to return to earth on the body of a man who dud & amone with such force that the nails dug into the palm of your hand. It was too aware that it would never be Elran General, and that he could never return to her old life or his old name ... At least not while Aenarion Dagor Arthia remained king.

A familiar sensation in the legs, one that had not undergone over nearly six decades, but he remembered quite clearly, made him forget his anger. Could it be ...? He looked away from the platform to look down. There, as if he'd appear out of nowhere since the days pastiera done. She returned his gaze, too confused to continue thinking about politics. He had always been clear that Cassandra was not a current cat, but for the world would have expected to find him in that place sixty years later.

How old must have? Those eyes that seemed to conceal the secrets of the world had returned the gaze from the first time he visited the Court of Lyand, when he walked holding hands to Elran. Everything had wondered then: the grandiosity of the palace, the elegant gardens, the smile beneKing volente Linda ... and, of course, that inseparable duo were the Princess Lillian and her little black cat. That duo had opened her arms without thinking. They had seen him grow and become first a novice and then a priest, had been guides and companions throughout the early years of his life ... And all to end well? A Either she could not believe that the world could be so unfair. Or maybe it was just that the gods had a deeply twisted sense of humor?

A faint meow le sac & oacutenádraí stirred restlessly in Draucandir Father's arms, who, recognizing their intentions, the lower left. The cat looked at him one last time before entering the forest of legs that were attending the event, finding your way through without even touching one of them.

"That the Twelve guide you and take you into the World of Souls" Ilethen began again, with outstretched hands in ritual ceremony, addressing the coffin. May angels lead you to your doorstep and the kingdom of Zel-eh'red be for your soul as Arthia has been in life. That under his magmagnificence reunions kingdom those who have gone before you, as all we see us next to the Gods when the world ends.

followed the ritual invocations to the Twelve Gods: Zhel-eh'red, the God King, Kyareth, the kindly, Valya, Patroness of Life and Fertility, Danna, Advocate ; Shaydee, also called the White Lady, wife of Zhel-eh'red; Zhar-zhaghar, Artisan; Tharg, Warlord; Alothar, the Dark, God of Lies, Kilrith, Merchant; Lenneth, the Goddess of Arts, FYROM, the scholar and the Ancient Zendabar. All were appointed and appealed to welcome the soul of the Genera

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was to serve! Once he was on the physical plane, wearing his avatar (a fake body, a small portion of itself enclosed in a shell of flesh and matter rather served to protect the world God's not upside down), he discovered that this was something else. Those mortals who had initially thought all the same not only divided into dozens of races, which included members with a number of common features (the skin of this or any other color, ears in a certain way ...) that initially had not been easy to distinguish, but also had a n &desktop search; considerable number of individuals, regardless of the race they belonged, which was called "pups" that were smaller than demásy, presumably for this reason, much less taken into account. Alothar had wondered if this is not some kind of malformation deberíaa until he discovered that, eventually, at least in most cases, those babies grew up to become full members of the race.

Curious ... but terribly dizzy.

was many thousands of years - & iquearthly point of view only, do not you were a little crazy, all the gods? Or rather, they were only "inscrutable"?

But mortals were also incomprehensible that seemed intelligent, he could, given the chance, make a more blatant act of stupidity, one who had warm and soft heart could actually be hiding a benevolent intentions at all behind a mask coldly calculated, and the one who seemed not to expect anything often teníaa in the hands of the podto strength, intelligence or common sense could also be important, but the main thing was the motivation. No one could ever do anything but wish.

Once solved, finding the death was not difficult. No matter how limited was his avatar, still retained a number of powers that were not within reach of a normal physical body. Quickly, he turned to be more noble and courageous of all who lived in the world and appeared before him. The death raised his head and looked at him, dumbfounded, but said nothing. Without revealing his identity, the diI told him the mandate he had been commissioned. The deadly listened quietly and finally nodded. Alothar was satisfied with that response and, without further ado, your avatar dismantled and returned to its natural level, happy to have left the future of the world under the responsibility of those who deserved it most.

The deadly kept looking for a few seconds the space in which Alothar had disappeared. Came after a few laps, sniffing the air and soil to make sure that was not there and, swollen with pride for the trust which had been deposited, Raised his eyes to heaven and, wagging his tail, took leave of God with a couple of barks.

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elven figure crouching beside a horse, stroking while satiated at the trough.

-Recognize that armor even at the end of the world, "he said, restraining his pace and trying to hide the anxiety that produced the stranger's arrival in her small town," Elran Elannon.

The man in armor smiled from ear to ear and turned to him, saying:

"It's been a long time, brother.

Draucandir The Father's face contracted in a tense expression, the tyou. " If you knew I was here, would be labeled a deserter. I would pursue and the name of the family would be dishonored. Neither you nor I want that to happen ...

Time Elran was nodding. He understood the position of his brother. Among the families of the Elven Court honor was something fundamental: the crime of an individual is becoming the crime of the whole family. A drop was something that could easily cause the collapse of the House Elannon, which could not presume to be among the favorites of the new King Dagor.

- & iqueyears. Especially those who have a woman waiting at home ...

Draucandir chuckled.

- What should not be with her instead of here? She asked, worried. Since he had been forced to marry this princess of the forest, Elran never seemed to have worked hard to make their marriage work. The war had helped turn them into practical strangers, of course, but Either he felt that was something that his brother was grateful but lamented.

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shook his head again. Remember. Remembered everything, perfectly, with many more details than he would have liked. Sometimes he envied the ability to forget the other races.

"This could not be considered the priesthood, brother. Reassemble the only soldiers to return to the fight is rather a slaughter.

-A butcher without which we would have lost the larger war contest.

"I know, accepted Either, crestfallen. He wouldthey call "The Shield" should not feel too much joy at the suffering of his people.

A sardonic smile, forged through years of battles, was drawn on the lips of most. It was the kind of response I expected. He paused before asking,

- What is the symbol of protection, Either?

The child frowned. He was accustomed to the twisted dialectic of his brother, so he was not surprised to ask something that was obvious. Rolled ojI blank and simply follow the game.

"The Shield.

- What does the shield but suffer the slings instead of your carrier? "Elran launched his rhetorical question with an undisguised look of triumph. Without waiting even to his interlocutor nodded, he added. The soldiers endured the hardships of battle, brother, not because we are particularly masochistic, but that the people whom we protect can live in peace.

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ceases and the booty was appointed King of Arthia and sent to anyone who could oppose him to wage war on the border furthest from the capital. I do not know what cards he had, but played like a master.

-Elran, sometimes driving me mad.

"I know.

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series of mounds of stones engraved with strange runes druídricas around him. They had more than ten years of serving and giving shelter to travelers who were caught by darkness halfway.

That night was especially gloomy. The dense forest with thick glasses who played each other and just let in light, twisted into strange shapes trunks and shrubs and bushes growing everywhere and making the slow, difficult even within walking distance of the open road, contribuíaa reinforce the popular belief haunt the area. Add to this the pouring rain, lightning that lit for a momentthe strange shapes of the logs, making the traveler will appear threatening shadows hidden everywhere, and the deafening thunder and will get us an idea of why that night all the windows of the inn were closed and barred and no had a real desire to leave the warmth and light of the common room to retire to bed.

Maybe that's why when, late at night, he heard playing in the door, it was absolute silence. Everybody seemed suddenly to have become mute and paralyzed, except for the eyes, moving each other nervous, perhaps looking for comfort, perhaps complicity or maybe s & orcute, so afraid someone else than yourself.

ue F Emile who finally decided to go to the door. When all is said and done what was an inn, and though it was strange that some travelers arrived so late, and more on a night like this, not the first time.

T ll eyes followed him as he crossed the room, the door is dirigíaa, opened ... and with an exclamation of surprise and appeal the gods, bent down to pick something and then entered the room with a basket crude, seemingly made of leaves and green branches, which could be seen clarity, inside, a newborn. Like any explanation, tied to the handle was a piece of cloth where someone had written a single word:

Tilion.

***

They say the heart of the unicorn is made for love, that love in a way that other creatures can not even imagine that, if viewed deprived of that capacity, a unicorn die.

However, the heart of Yssel, torn and bleeding, and had no more love to give. Had tried to look into the eyes of that Pequassistance had taken the child to which he belonged all his heart ... and you can not love without heart.

That's why I left. So that night he walked much farther than they had ever, up the road, the lands occupied by humans and elves. So the boy left the door of the inn and knocked a couple of times with the claw. And so, still with eyes filled with tears, turned to the deep woods, where he fell to the side of the pond had witnessed his love for Darsheeva, curled & o

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iacute; aa his favorite corner - a small pond that formed the base of a beautiful waterfall

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to drink and rest a while, outside é l surprised to stumble across a pair of green eyes stared at him full of wonder.

belonged to a young elf, looking beautiful, but something wild. His clothes, despite being made with fine fabrics and noble appearance, were dirty and ragged, his hair was matted and dotted with leaves and buds that appeared to have given up trying to remove. We watched rapt, eyes brillandhat reasons should have led to leave his life seemingly well-off to go to an enchanted forest full of dangers that were total strangers. Tan

was abstracted in such musings hardly was aware that she, little by little, a little timidly, drew nearer to him, to be face to face, letting the gaze is lost in the starry skies that were his eyes of a unicorn, which in turn could not deviate from that pair of green irises looked on with almost religious devotion. Did not react when, slowly, she raised a trembling hand with which he stroked lbut had been an impulsive act, devoid of malice. And instead, he had felt the sweetness in her eyes and fingers was enough to touch the tender heart of the unicorn. I could not help forgive her: the final analysis, the fault was hers alone, for when it should have been entrusted with care.

is proposed that from then on would monitor their steps, volveríaa not be caught by surprise. He shook his head and tried to forget the incident.

but could not.

The memory of the elf, his clothes torn,er, it seemed he had found a nook between the rocks that it intended to use as a den, or home, or at all the elves were called, and was collecting twigs and leaves to protect a little rain and wind and make something more welcoming.

The next day he saw her again. The observed over weeks, always making sure she was not aware of their presence. It was soon obvious that thought settle hacérsele to live there, perhaps indefinitely, eating what he could hunt or gather. Yssel, touched by the difficulties they had to face the girl, not tI burn surreptitiously begin to help: he used his magic to grow fruit in the branches of trees he knew she would look, away poisonous berries near the pond, if, unaware that it were, she tried to eat, pick up rocks and broken branches with shapes assumed that would be useful and let them near their camp ... All without being seen or heard by the lady, who, however, suspected that there must be an invisible hand behind this inexplicable string of coincidences that made everything easier. Even some nights when she was bed &Anon of them. Her skin, unusually pale, seemed to shed a glimmer of pure white, his hair, a long, long hair that reached down to below the knee, had the same golden color his mane, and the light that shone in her eyes lit up his handsome features with a beauty that went beyond the physical. With this form, approached her, determined to know once and for all the story of the elf.

When she saw him, said nothing. However, a gesture of understanding blossomed in his face. For a long time gazing atsilence, as if there were nothing else in the world that are worth more to do, and eventually fell for a moment the lids, as if trying to lock up and the image inside your mind. Cuad opened them delivered:

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've decided to show ... again.

The unicorn nodded quietly. All this time had remained perfectly still, silent, determined to respect the time of it.

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My name is Yssel, my lady. Some time ago we know ...

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Nobody talks like that, and

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said, shrugging his shoulders, while volvíaa raise his eyes to the

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. Call me Darsheeva.

In this and subsequent meetings, Darsheeva told her story. At one time was the only daughter of a noble family of great weight in Arthia. However, hleft no doubt about which was the reason for that.

With a broken heart, covered with rocks the entrance of the cabin that she had found on the banks of the pond, where they had lived all that time in a paradise that had just been razed by the flames. Uttering a word arcane, sealed the stones so that no one could ever separate them, wrapped the child in cloth and taken back to his true form, held it between his teeth, he turned and went away ;. They say that in every place where one of her tears fell now flows

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5 February ...

Remember when we were little and playing in these fields? Our entire universe then you and I were. You and I and adults. You and me and the outside world. You and me and the other ancillary things.

We were happy.

How many years have passed? Eight? Ten? I do not remember how many we had. To me you have not changed anything. That is, you have grown, your shoulders have been widened and has left you a beard, but when I look back you always see the face I have now, rather than the then. It's strange. However, the same thing happens to me with my own memory: we imagine running through the grass, years ago, and I can not erase the scene of my new ways woman. It's funny how the mind works ... Adults

always seemed very funny. Do you remember how many times I wondered if we were dating? I always had the crazy and avoided answering the question. I knew that if you were close, and always were, "going to be you who answered" no "to all the world's security.

denial never hurt me. What hurt me was that firm outright, you were so sure it could happen.

often wish that time would last forever. Just you and me. Playing so soon to be knights and princesses, and pirates, as intrepid adventurers, treasure hunters or anything that reached our imagination, but always tand felt for me was not what I felt for you. I knew since we were little, since the first time I heard that your hurtful categorically negative. Even so, that did not make it less painful, only unavoidable and unalterable, as the fate of a Greek tragedy.

I knew there was nothing I could do to change that. I knew I would never love me like I wanted. But I never had the willpower to stray from your side. Preferred to give everything he could in the few moments that still had for me and imagine that someday you would open your eyes and you would want me and everything would look like the sweet days of our childhood. Just you and me. Loving us, loving us somewhere far from the worldmonkey boy fell enamored by her charms. He has not even stopped to look at how you are inside: it has no relevance. All she has to do is simply to nod and make cute faces when you talk, laugh when you pause and divert the subject to how cute and smart you are if you do not understand a question to keep you happy. But how can you be so blinded by something like the bland? I can not understand, my love, I can not understand ...

I'm not asking you to let me. I know that will not happen and I have to get used to going out with other girls, but ... Is it necessary that girls like? By God, honey! Sure you could find something better not look far ... something moreI getting the idea: I am your friend, I help you, I get you out of this enchantment that has you trapped like a witch. Although not want to leave it. Although it hurts ... I know I do my best for you. That's what friends do, right? And I am "friends", your friend, actually ... And the more accurate you can find.

I have to think of a plan. I'm not afraid to do what you have to do: I know, also, do not understand. It is even quite likely that enfadándote me finish. No matter: I know how you are, I accept it. I know that nothing ever will value what you offer or do for you. 've Never done. And yet, I love you. I love you more than you can ever love that doll synthetic fish eyes. And I will accept the constantecuencias arising from my actions, however painful they are, knowing that I did it all for your sake, for ... love.

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It's done. Everything went as planned. She can no longer harm us, my life. They-the police, your parents, mine ...- do not understand. Do not realize that he had to, I could not let things continue like this ... You really will. I know that someday, sooner or later, open your eyes and understand that I did it all for you. Then you will not care what they say they or anyone else who dares to judge, forgive me and love me. And that day, we will be t

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-King Drelliane Linda died, "he explained. It had been nearly three weeks since his arrival in the City of Ice, but neither the Prince seemed to have tired the least of their stories about their own childhood or the outside world and those of her him about the past. Occurred less than two months after the wedding of his daughter. In the chronicles they wrote that was a hunting accident, but the truth is that no one could explain what kind of accident never caused him to fall only on the horse, with a knife between the shoulder blades.

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- Exactly. Dagor King, still on the throne, can not be said to be one of the most beloved of the history of Arthia. It was he who reopened the war in the East, Crusaders gave the unprecedented power and privileges and were allowed to practice Witch Hunt.

- Did not you say that the Crusaders were created to protect Arthia of demons and creatures of the Dark? What has that to dowith witches?

Drelliane shrugged with a grimace.

"I guess someone decided that we too were creatures of Darkness ...

"I do not seem to me that ... "Protested the Prince, in a tone so angry and so complete that made Drelliane had to restrain Crushers in an embrace, like a rag doll in question. Instead, he looked away and continued with a smile telling medium repress. iacute; an benefit from a greater or lesser extent. Both had marveled together the dramatic events that led to the end of this was achieved almost entirely erase the face of the world and to transform what had hitherto been a natural ability, as they were running or speaking in a difficult and intricate science, within reach of a few.

"The most important of all the towers, went on to explain Drelliane-was where they met students of the processes of life and death. They called themselves the Necromancers and among its major goals was the search for the iC

"No need to follow," he said at last shot, looking away to the floor. I can imagine the rest of the story ...

witch She bit her lower lip, looking at how to continue. For the first time since he had begun the story, his voice broken and blurred, as if it was hard to drive them out of her throat.

-Necromancers raised an army of undead against the Elven Kingdoms. Maso resisted Arthia Edhellion and well, but Athraennor divided by internal struggles, suffered heavy p & eacute; losses before the rebellion was contained and lead to a balanced position. However, there was no turning back: the magic of death had turned what had once been fertile fields in a bloody quagmire in which cadavers rested. Until today, there are no known living there could penetrate it, much less get to the Tower of Necromancy. Some have tried to approach by sea, but do not know of anyone who has returned.

-So what was the Necromancer?

- Who knows? Some of them were converted into liches, others into vampires ... Many are not resigned to terminate the war and continue trying to dominate the living world, others were exterminated by the fledgling Order of Crusaders or their former colleagues Athraennor magicians ... It is even possible that some continue their studies of death as if nothing had happened in the outside world. Of course, I will not be to risk going to ask ... - Are not you fucking like this to defy death? Blanco said the Prince, fun, settingthose eyes of hers in her glass.

"Only when it's worth," she said, winking to spend, then one of his best smiles.

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Perhaps it would have gotten away with it, if he had chosen a better night, though there was no full moon. Its silvery light bathed the world outside fríay all that is happening on its surface. Dagor Lord raised his head to look. It might have had to choose a moonless night, to have the cover of darkness ... Anyway, no matter: that area of the castle was always surprisingly empty ... And besides, was quite unable to wait another day. I had to, and I had to do it now. Cwe few moments, they could read in a silent plea that their jaws processed and could not pronounce, and then die in its bosom all signs of humanity: they became cold and wild, totally devoid reason piety, or any emotion other than the thirst for blood.

Dagor Lord All I could do was draw his sword and left to the gods. And werewolves had faced before, but had always taken his armor and had the support of other members of the Order. Now, however, was ofsprovisto both, in the same room with one of them, and no escape, as both try to open the door barred and try to escape through the window would give the monster a few moments of vulnerability undoubtedly prove fatal.

As expected, the beast which had become his beautiful violently rushed upon him, attacking him with fangs and claws. His attacks were so fast and so strong that an entire company of soldiers would have struggled to survive. But, The champion withstood with stoic heroism, one after another for hours. That was certainly the longest night of his life.

At dawn, they found them lying, each in an opposite corner of the room. Lillian was pale and trembling with fear and guilt unfair, while bleeding from several wounds Dagor important was on the brink of death. Doctors at the King, only known to the princess's illness, apart from herself and the King himself Linder, had to use every art to save his life.

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e; s seemed stupid: not drop the sword, the younger brother folded his hands in front of his body and leaned back.

Elran The sword was stopped with a thud. Contrary to what might have been expected, had not cut his arm, but had been blocked in the middle of his career for some kind of invisible barrier. Either deep breath.

"I see that your reflexes still work Elran laughed, taking a few gentle taps with the gun in the barrier that had developed between his brother and himself. Pooyar his words.

Unable to completely conceal a Machiavellian smile, leaned Elran, pronounced "Highness" in salute and walked into the building, leaving his brother the cat in her arms and completely baffled by the disturbing look of Lillian.

"Good fight," she began, with a disarming smile completed. Either pretended to be busy patting Cassandra.

"Not much, Alteza, contradicted him. The only time I won was because I broke the rules of the duel ...

- Nonsense! She cried. Do you really believe that when you find yourself in a real fight you will have time to think about things as absurd as the laws of chivalry? These things were done only for the noble knights arthianos have an elegant way to solve their disputes not go sticking daggers in the back. No use in actual combat ...

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The next morning, Drelliane lingered a little longer than normally allowed. Not for nothing was the first of many nights where we slept in one bed, a bed, though, like everything else in this city, nothing more than a block of ice sculpted to the most me minimum detail, it had seemed strangely comfortable, once covered with skins Algueña had left there for her. If the devoted servants of the Prince or himself had ever left the castle to go hunting or whether they belonged to wolves or bears died from natural causes was something I could not eveniera begin to guess.

When, with the sun already high in its course, finally met the necessary will to win, and after renewed spells that enabled him to endure the harsh cold, was surprised to find that the table empty clearly remembered the night before had been made by a ghostly hand, as discreet as silent.

Of all the wonders of which had been involved, that was by no means the least: despite all his skepticism, found that fruit served (which was like a snowball montonicito patterned to form something like an apple placed on orna cold glass tray) was soft to the touch and less cold than it would have been expected. When, not very convinced of what he was doing, bit, found that yielded easily to the pressure of his incisors, but without losing coherence or shelled. Moreover, the taste was nowhere near the snow, but something unknown, strange, but not unpleasant. At the second bite, he changed opinióny called it "fresh and interesting" and did not need to get the room to leave it "truly exquisite." Do not think twice before undertaking the second fruta, as soon as the first was gone in a last bite, without leaving behind the heart, or seeds, or anything that was not edible. Discovered, not too surprised at that late stage, which had a completely different flavor, but no less charming.

Soon delicate completely empty the bin, without being able to find in the process two fruits that have the same taste, nor one that he wanted friendly or curious in some way. Nor was surprised to feel satisfied and comfortable, recovered from the long journey. Would all the legends really any basis in reality?
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found the Prince in the same room that the dtilde; you in the waist. You'll see when you are finished, "he added quickly, without that serve to alter the slightest questioning of the woman's expression, which remained even when he left I was doing and went to her and distract their attention from the subject.

- Did you sleep well? He asked, fixing her eyes that pair of transparent. I hated those eyes. He would have liked to say very seriously to stop playing games, that's what it did not work out on a tangent and I was not going to get so FáDrelliane looked at him, frustrated. Have you always had to look as sickeningly innocent? Seeing him there, as a pasmarote, returning his gaze evenly, almost seemed to have spent all night thinking about it. He sighed, resigned to the idea that it might be so.

"I grew up a priest who lived in the village of my parents, an elf ... Draucandir called himself, a kind of name received to become a cleric, but that always seemed horrendous. Either really called, but only let me call him that when eCIO sadly absurd that had to do not to miss a bitter smirk. However, not spent more than a few moments until he realized that really was not expecting him to say anything ... He knew at the precise moment a ray of sun hit the tower vertically higher than the city, located in its center. In just a blink, the configuration of the ice that was picked the top, and broke the light reflected in dozens of new rays, which were sent to each of the towers located closer to the outside which were in turn reflected and broken in a myriad of unknown color beamsacids, with masterly precision targeting each of the roofs, domes, turrets and crannies of the entire city, making it a charming palace of light and reflections. Drelliane could not help but look around, startled at the new marvel that so far had lain hidden in the ice, turning on itself and also wanting to have eyes in the head not to miss the play of light that formed on his back.

Feeling float in the sea of light, Drelliane knew without looking that, despite thousands of years had been witnessing daily that same show and that was the first time que could show it to someone, there was the Black Prince, at his side, just as she marveled, contemplative, carefully watching every nuance and every mixture, no doubt with the critical eye of the craftsman unfairly , ready to polish every tiny flaw that only he was able to find overall harmony.

- Guess what? Drelliane said at last, with a whisper, unable to look away from the wonderful starry sky that had become, in the middle of the day, the walls and ceiling of the City. I hate ...

How Can I Get Pearls On Poptropica?? Winter, Part III: Woman, Witch and archaeologist

[ And, as promised, here goes the third part of the story I was telling you before the exams taken away from me here. Hope you like it as much as me ^ ^ ]

- And what about you? Prince's voice took her by surprise, pulling it out of the reverie that had been sinking slowly.

- Of me? Drelliane asked.

"Yes, you," he repeated. Do not get many visitors ... Nor is it a place where people usually lose. If you come hereif that could help in some way incomprehensible to think with greater intensity. He spent a few seconds and in silence, considering the question and, finally, slowly, he shook his head. She understood: for very old it was, the Prince had never been a child. Do not know what it was to climb a tree just to feel the thrill of height, nor had ever had the opportunity to challenge to a fight the town bully, typically about five years older than other children. He thought he was some sadness ... What was to have tWorld time period if one is limited simply to let it go unnoticed?

"Well ... "Confessing found, contrary to his original intention not to reveal that part. Does he know what kind of influence she exercised over those transparent eyes that looked like a beaten dog? Something within him silently cursed them, although even then he could keep a trace of tenderness were mixed with disgust. When I was little my mother used to spend long hours telling stories ... Many of them spoke about the past ... And many others about you. My parents were archetypal securent analytical, rational and empirical, open to all races and cultures.

- Except for the wizards?

"Theoretically, no," she said with a grin. Actually, I also studied there, in the same school as my parents. What happens is that the magic is viewed with suspicion, not only in Vector, but across the nation: Arthia is a strongly religious country and not particularly open-minded. Even science itself is viewed with suspicion by many, out of Vector.

was now the turn

or the Prince of listening intently. I had never been raised as fragmented and distorted that it could be your knowledge of the outside world, since it had never presented anything to compare it with. The cold was a perfect barrier and, except in the most general terms, all I knew about in detail were the jealousies of the ice giants and other creatures inhabiting the border m , s far from his own kingdom.

Woman, witch Drelliane archaeologist, "he continued," I'm everything that the closed minds do not understand. There are people who consider me a Arthiastigma of being the daughter of a pair of scholars from Vector. I guess I have finally become the opposite of what they wanted to go ... "He declared, shrugging.

Both remained a moment in silence, exchanging brief glances, and then divert them to other places of stay. The sun had gone and most of its distance in the sky and a strange orange light filtered through the ice walls, giving the building a while extrañoa look beautiful.

"It's getting late," said he, at last, breaking the silence. Come ... accompany you & a. Consider yourself my precious guest, you are the only visit I have received several hundred years. What kind of host would be if I offered you the best I have?

That said, he began to walk, telling him to follow. Toured classrooms and corridors through which Drelliane had happened on the way, but also others who did not remember seeing. Finally, the Prince stood before a double gate, guarded by two figures of ice on either side of it.

-Feel free to come and go cuRent part of the city. If you need anything, send one of them to get me and I will come soon. If you get lost, simply ask them to guide you to your habitacióny bring you here. So saying, he gave an elegant bow and departed, "Good night, Drelliane.

Drelliane smiled, somewhat bewildered by the attention and sleep. He came to Ely, standing on tiptoe, kissed him on the cheek. Paradoxically, it was so cool how he would have expected.

"Good night, my Prince. CHTML