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10-01-2008, 07:15 PM
A man with dark red hair and tanned skin was sitting outside a bar, finding the atmosphere inside a bit too stuffy, and he lifted his floppy hair from his good eye; the other was blind, pure white, and had a scar from his hairline to halfway down his cheek. His good eye was a dark gold, but it was apparent it was damaged from how he squinted a bit out at the port. His clothes were a simple white longsleeve shirt and brown slacks that were scuffed black with dirt and mud; he'd been tossed out of another bar the night before. "What ship is that you came off of?"
Far, far beyond the island, we dwelt in shades of twilight, through dread and weary days, through grief and endless pain. It lies unknown, the land of mine! A hidden gate to save us from the shadow fall. The lord of water spoke in the silence words of wisdom. I've seen the end of all: Be aware, the storm gets closer.
Blind Guardian
Av by Miranda_
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