| Memory Fragments | |
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| Made by | Azsure |
| Daily Peon Picture № | 24 |
| Member Picture № | 3 |
| Upload date | 12-12-2011 |
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Memory Fragments is the twenty-fourth picture in the Daily Peon social group. It is Azsure's third picture for the new roleplay.
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(The next day, after finishing with the work on the crops, he goes to the town to buy some stuffs..)
"Even with all the hard work I couldn't get that thought out of my mind, what if our father let us something that he never show to us? or me, since I was just too young yet when he left..."
"What could it be? A testament? a relic? a territory? well, to be honest I don't really care what it is, but I still want to know if he really did let us something..."
(Walking through the crowds as he looks around to the people)
"These people happily ignores what is really happening up there in power, how lucky me that my father told me everything I needed to know about it, and how he wished me to be the one who ended all this..."
(He then gazes his stare to two persons who were talking loudly)
-Did you heard it? Another person was accused for practicing magic, therefore for being a demonic worshipper.
-So I heard, I also heard this one was a very young person, how shameful someone can waste his life that earlier, he may be executed soon probably.
"Oh, how pitiful, I really doupt someone of that age can have such intentions, but what's the deal with the magic? I still don't get it why is it considered a penalted sin..."
(After some hours he goes back to Lightwind Village..)
"Seems like Helena hasn't returned back yet"
(Goes to his room and starts checking his bookshelf)
"I had read all these books already, yet non of them seems to have something interesting, exept for my grandfather's notes, such weird quotes he wrote in here"
[May my pride never find out the darkness beneath where he always lay to find requiem, and may it get's forgotten as I can't destroy it by myself with this weak mind...]
His pride... the dark upon where he always lay.... Could it be...?