• There are things that are forseen.Strings of time which are pulled and
    cut by the sword of Lady Fate.I feel like a pawn of a larger game,
    some shadowed being which plays with my mind.I see images of
    violence and destruction.And then, eire whiteness, like that of oblivion.
    The voice's constantly tell me,Your end is near, human child.You will
    die by my hand and there is none you can do to avoid your ultimate
    fate.
    "You mortals have a finite exsistance.You die so soon and are not
    haunted by the older memories which are seeped into the ground like,
    blood from a fought war."