Tell me, the gloomy window, why we are growing weak, why all spells are passing. A thousand years of damnation passed and something is coming back - the eternity must survive.
My power cannot be broken, I cannot be dethroned, there cannot be such strength and there will never be any. Everything is burnt, except for the little hope and an ancient prophecy.
Only I know the prophecy though, there are no fairies, there is nothing any more. They were drowned by the guardian of the sword. Is that true? I saw it on my own. I cannot be deceived, there are neither fairies nor anything else.
Only black hearts and tears of those who survived remained.
A thousand years passed. You are sitting, having a feast, you are conceited and keen, but Ambloque never forgets anything. I am leaving but I will come back and it will prove if the prophecy lasts. |
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