Early in the morning, before the first light irradiated Ascalon, I decided to leave.
Maybe separation was only because you want to leave. If there is no nostalgia, then leaving a place is just a new beginning for you.
If regarding here as home and starting point, I seem to see the magnificent guild and the circling walls again. The watchman's horn, which maybe the last play for my leaving, sounded again. Before turning around, I saw my fatigue and panic. Sometimes worries of Guild Wars 2 gold were poison which would make me feel painful. I like this pain reminding me. I had loved her. I met her for the first time at the patch of fields where violet blooming. Her name is Till.
I was a kid at that time. Till the beautiful and noble princess in this city; however, I was just a cursed devil. What have been accompanying me from the day I was born were only the runes on my face which represent darkness, along with the contempt and apathy from others. Those who thought themselves noble told me that I am the selected one by God of Death-Grenth and betrayal and deportation would be my ultimate fate. So my childhood was only filled with coldness and exclusion. No partners, nor relatives and Guild Wars 2 gold. It was a rainy day, the sky was gray and the air was nearly frozen. I curled under a big tree, the drops of rain dripping down. I feel something sliding along the face, tears or rain? I don't know. Darkness fell, coldness and hunger made me curled up into a ball, falling asleep.
When I woke up, the first thing run into my sight is Till's eyes which were full of unease and anxiety, as well as tears. Her kindness and beauty shocked me. She raised her hands and fell on my face, holding my hand gently. My heart was gently touched. Since then, Till because the source of my happiness. I have become accustomed to link her name with the rest of my life time, as I always strike the obituary on my cheek where hide my hate. Everything is because of love and Guild Wars 2 gold. Perhaps only love.
After fifty years of Guild Wars, all my memories are associated with blood and fire. Those soldiers' shiny armors were inlaid with the crest of the family. Elements released fire magic ostentatiously. They had the same gods and glory- Balthazar. They believe they could conquer the entire world with the power and Guild Wars 2 gold they got from the fire. I despise their raised head and their dependence on the fire..
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