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The search - lilianneThe clock showed five minutes to midnight, Zeron made the final arrangements before leaving. His friend Lilianne, Lily, as he affectionately called her, was in the hospital, dying. Now there was only one thing he could do, even if it meant losing everything.
Lily had been sick for a long time and was one of the few people who spoke to him. He, like many other mages, helped in the hospital, healing people with his skills, despite not being very good at it. Zeron's skills were somewhat different, he practiced a different art, a kind of magic that had been forgotten and made him hated, even among those of his own profession. He was a sorcerer of the soul, he could give life to inanimate objects of all kinds. He didn't go to the hospital to cure patients but to bring joy and hope to the people who were there. He always gave the children toys he animated with his skills. But, unfortunately, only the children appreciated this, as they didn't yet understood the reasons why the adults despised
The search - prologueThe darkness reigned in those ancient ruins, the smell of damp and death permeated the air. Illuminated only by the fading light of the fire, which at that damn place shone with an evil tone, was a man standing behind a table full of books, studying them in detail, on the floor were scattered numerous volumes, all covered in black with scarlet letters.
Something is moving beneath his clothes, puts his hand on his jacket and pulls out a little rag doll, puts it on the table, and it begins to move as if has life itself and in an almost human way.
"Have you found it?" Sounds a sweet and beautiful voice that seems to come from the doll.
"Sorry Lily, but only some things I already knew, the information we need continues to evade us" the doll starts to walk around the table as if it were a person.
"Do not despair, we will succeed, I..." he cut the sentence immediately after listening to some terrible cries coming from the depths of those catacombs.
"I think they finally have reali
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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