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Текст од Symmons - English

  • Citadel

  • I took refuge at the citadel beyound the mountains, trying to avoid my memories.
  • I endeavoured to doesn't fall asleep, my dreams immersed me in the remembrance; I remembered the monastery and the evil who took it up.
  • Dream or reminiscence?
  • My mind has been scrambles, confused.
  • The prowler followed my steps up to here.
  • The double swing door hisses behind him.
  • He dragged his sword while walked toward the bottom of the establishment.
  • The noise that the blade does scratching the floor stopped the hum of conversation.
  • Despite his Hood overshadowed his face I felt eerie when he pan each other.
  • He jerked back a chair and sat, grasping his flamberge and lined up.
  • The atmosphere went back to normal until he swung his sword-hill getting louder and louder.
  • Folks watched him, some of them nudged each other and smirked.
  • He threw it away, the heavy blade thudding when it touching the floor, noise rises all the establishments' area.
  • Everyone snirkered.
  • He didn't does it voluntary, unable to contained the demons possessed him.

МОЛИМО, ПОМОЗИТЕ ИСПРАВИТИ СВАКУ РЕЧЕНИЦУ! - English