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Kirah and the MialgoTo this day, the only way to travel from the East to the West would be to move through Evador. The alternative route is never attempted by travelling men. The mountains separating the country do make way for a stretch of desert to the South, through which none travel.Kirah and the Mialgo
The region referred to as Kirah, had been a dessert for as long as anyone could remember. Although no towns or dwelling are visible from the outskirts, its people do make the odd appearances, but tend to browse for different items then what are normally sold. Their skin is rough like that of a sailor, but they speak like the Airithians do. Kirahnians are almo
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The Green WitchElora was no stranger to the East, nor was she unfamiliar with the vast forests of Earithia. She had grown up on the outskirts of the Northern borders in a town called Hamec. Its people had settled some 300 years back, when trade routes near the forest were scarce. It had effectively become a haven for anyone travelling in its general direction. The elders still complain of its development; how all types had been allowed into the town, leaving opportunity for thieves and beggars. As a child, Elora would wander into woods, sometimes for hours per day. Her mother, who survived by tending crops and herbs, had been mistaken into believing Elora&#The Green Witch
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The Tale of TasniaThe Raids of the west was a terrible endeavour, not only for the people of Earithia. The effect of one man’s greed was felt by all who considered themselves civilized. The mainstream of trade routes between Earithia and its Easterly neighbour, Searinia had been cut off. The result was economical collapse for most of Eastern Earithia. The streets remained dirty, the taverns remained broken and the fields remained dull. Bit by bit the poverty spread from one town to the next, causing many men to flee inland for work and food. Possibly, the most tragic result of the Raids was felt by Tasnia, what was once the great city of Earithia, home foThe Tale of Tasnia
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The theoryIf there is a timeline through every part of existance that exists in itself only by its own force of time in (in conjunction with space to matter), then the past or future would be relevant to the present if the timeline was or is to be affected by space or matter.The theory
But if the present is able to change the future, the future would already have been affected by the present, thus an unchanged future is impossible (because the future exists on the force of the present which in turn, exists on the past).
The past, however, is unchangeable for space or matter (that exists in the present) because they (space & matter) only
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ReligionFeed me your lies, and I will survive on spite Give me your time, and I will waste away another dayReligion
Diluted delusions, coupled with genius integrity we are what we are. Yet not at all far from meaningless.
Teach me your fears, and I will relish in your duality
Speak to me your prayers, and I will show you true obscenity.
Faith to hate, your words laid to waste Past to present, a savior for sinners.
We are what we are Yet not at all far from ignorant
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Call me a doctor...As he peered out of the wide open blue door, his memory began to blaze all over again. Just the thought of her and this place set his thoughts smouldering, but to actually be here… it was only the second time he’d ever returned to this spot, and this time he was alone, the only remnants of his previous accomplice resigned to the grey folds of reason Humans called a ‘brain’. He wasn’t sure he had one of those: more the actual events painstakingly packed away, relived in vivid sound and colour, as if he were there still; a time machine of memories, each crystal coloured.Call me a doctor...
His own eyes mirrored the ab
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