If there's something I don't understand in big cities, this is the night.
For most people, this scene looks very natural.
Modern man is often more active at night than during the day.
But for someone from outside this is really a comic nod.
Let's start from the beginning, it's night, the clock strikes at three in the morning, but I swear I heard a bird singing.
It's night, but no stars shine in the dark sky. It is dark, of course, it is night, but the roads are so clear that it could be said that it is daytime if I did not look at the sky.
It is late, very late, it is night, but the lights of the houses are still on, some shops still have their windows on and low music plays all over the street.
Even though it was past midnight a long time ago, there are still people on the streets coming, cars passing and young people laughing.
The last train has passed a long time ago, but taxis run through the streets with loud passengers.
It's a cold winter night, but I'm so hot!
It is not snowing, but a fine drizzle covers the streets as if it were fog.
Even though I've been walking for a few hours and my feet suffers, I still haven't reached my destination.
I continue for more than two hours.
I walk with slow steps as the cold boot hurts my feet.
Even so, it is still night.
The birds continue to follow me, singing as if there was no tomorrow, which is actually today.
It's all quiet.
It makes the music from the backstreet.
The bird.
The cars.
The drunks.
Passersby.
All seem much louder than normal.
By a sad coincidence, I walk in such a strange hour on unknown paths in a constant struggle against myself to keep myself in this world.
I am probably lost.
But not sad.
It's a beautiful night, good night.
It was a dirty, dark alley.It had no doors, no windows, or led anywhere.
The mountain is called Despair, so why would a man in his right mind climb to the top, where the lost causes live?The mountains are usually cold and dark.
Once upon a time, a long time ago on the island of Kreg, a boy suddenly appeared inside an earl's castle without any guards noticing.The boy did not speak any known language and dressed in an extremely old-fashioned way, even for the time. With the thought that he was an envoy of the gods or a wizard, Count Walford of Kreg raised him as his own son and named him Nabee de Kreg.After a while Nabee was no different than any other boy, if not for the countless stories he had to tell, and that they became true! The most famous of them is also the only one that was not a prophecy, but only a tale about a distant past. It took place in fields of unimaginable beauty and mountains larger than any on earth. It was Theia's magical world. And that was a fairy tale.A fairy the size of a small child with skin as pale as snow, red hair as fire, and green eyes as forests. Dressed in the finest white dress, woven with cobwebs.Born from Theia's warm insides, she came as her messenger, prophet, and me
His skin is white.It looks soft, but it shatters easily.
In the big colorless city many people did not have much money. Boys who were naughty with their parents would end up like the rain boy. It was said that the rain boy had been very bad with his parents and one day his parents left him outside on a stormy day. No one offered shelter to the evil boy. In order not to freeze, the boy moved his arms and legs. Moved throughout the night, but the storm continued throughout the day and no one sheltered him. He continued to move, jump, and shake. Until his arms and legs fell. When his head fell, he also died.
There were two powerful wizards, but also very snobbish and cruel. They were the family of Jo's Wizards. They lived in a mansion surrounded by a magical forest. One day, a group of good wizards decides to end Jo's wizards' reign of terror. They catch Jo's wizards off guard and cast a spell on cruel wizards that would make them silly forever.They stayed crazy, talking in riddles not understanding each other and always happy.In their nonsense, the magicians applied for an exchange student program and receive very problematic adolescent triplets at home. However problematic and cruel the triplets may be, they cannot be more problematic than the magicians. They were about to ask to come home when chocolate drops start to rain in the garden. They talk to each other and decide to stay and see what that was like. The next day the fallen leaves turn into cookies. The magicians said there was a magical animal in the garden that fulfilled wishes.The triplets then decid
So how should I begin? Well, let's just write the basics for now.It happened in the sixth week of the war. Castela was at its peak, victory seemed to be in their hands, we conquered a new city every day. That meant, of course, that the other side was being slaughtered.
There was a boy who lived in a cave. He did not know the kings who ruled the lands outside. He didn't know any of the folk tales in his village. All the boy did was read. He read books from all over the world, directly from a book importer. The sailor asked the boy to read all the books, and then translate them into the country's language. The boy did it with pleasure, he loved the sailor.He read books about pirates, thieves, heroes, passionate ladies, and corrupt politicians. But he had never really seen any of them, and he didn't even plan to. The world was so dangerous for him, and although innocent he knew it.One day, a woman appeared at the cave door. She came to the boy and said:- Poor kid! Poor thing! What can I do to alleviate the suffering that passes through the old sailor's hands?The boy looked at the woman confused and asked:- Madame, do you know the old sailor? He gives me shelter, food, and books. He also teaches me many things.