*Karl sits on the shore, looking at the water, then turn his thoughs back to a poem he is composing.*
" An accident, no, it was not... "
" Rage and anger shall remain on my heart. "
" Her death was a decision from the Gods. "
" But I will fight and slain until the last dropplet of Blood, "
" These horrible creatures with no meaning of Love. "
" Who ever dared to kill my closer, "
" Shall meet their doom under my anger. "
" For Orcs on my route ; I shall not have mercy, "
" Rest of Death shall be their Destiny. "
" Me Karl GUther, will wander your round. "
" Until what I seek will be found. "
" The life of my sister was foul, "
" And for my heart, Honor to her soul. "
*He looks at the sky, and mumble a few words saying : " I shall for ever honor you, My sister." A tear falls from his eye as he closes the paper, tremps the bottom of the feather in the water, cleaning it from it's ink. And then stores it back in his backpack.*
Karl Guther... The Beginning...
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