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The Askance Chapter 4 Part 5c

{Despite the real world, I guess people of this nature is inescapable In bound to meet in every crossroads of life, unjustly though providential Though proud, he is harmless with limitless curiosity to kill And unlike me, he isn’t afraid to voice how he actually feels I don’t favour to have his company, yet… his aid is required To gain entry with ease into the Fallen’s path is afterall desired Time is always against us, and Alkaiya is weakening in regard And with newfound love, I’m to be prepared to be torn apart Is love in reality really to differ from love in The Ancients? Or is love more cherished in make believe as compared to reasons? Day by day… Alkaiya becomes more vibrant atween my mind A self love in a part where only reality can expose to learn in time Though… despite of love grown for her, I cannot forget Ei-rian A journey known only by us both… a love and never a dream With a despair to place us in place, from a hundred years away With a passion in dire to chase, from a hundred years today … Alkaiya, Ei-rian and now even reality is at its awakening Can thoughts be of less in otherwise a man’s reasoning?} “I do ask for forgiveness to have to keep all awaiting for Twit Yet, it really isn’t easy to choice a successor whom isn’t weak! Come now, we go to the fallen healer Sylvius for enlightenment For as what Twit sees, the Mistress needs be with him a moment What of times seen and met will you not see through it all? What of given periods of mishap have you not lived in to befall? A matter of days in a matter of ways in no matter to sway Truth is never false, fake is never true is still of words who say Perhaps you can enlighten Twit as to what have happened so far? With knowledge will come words to say, whether truth or bizarre”

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