(Dark Avenger)

- Lo dear voyager in which hands my fate now trips, ease thy eager feet before my mood sees red, and tell about the wizard whose wondrous grip handled, the alchemy, the magic, the quick and the dead

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- The first time the Wizard I was told, a fatherless born who lived alone, was going to die by tyrant command, to save with blood the collapsing land, with crafty waves and smart enchantments, slipped away from embarrassments, traced the trail for a new young king, no matter the blame for all his sins, wanted to gather in a unique sentence, the lamb in the cross and the blue serpents, will he be succeed, will he find the path? But surely will pay the aftermath.

(Merlim)

To be continued...