It was a dirty, dark alley.
It had no doors, no windows, or led anywhere.
You could hear rats running and chewing rotten food, flies buzzing over piles of trash, and even drunk snoring in a dark corner.
The smell of cigarettes mixed with that of the drunk's vomit and piss, in addition to the rotten food in the bins.
A smell is so strong that it would make anyone think twice or even three times before entering the place.
If you, by any chance, strayed from your path and admired the foul place for a while, you could hear the cries and murmurs of those who dreamed after experiencing what they shouldn't have.
It was a narrow place and surrounded by walls so high that you would not even see the sun rises at that place at noon, but it was extremely long.
There was no curve, descent, or climb, but it was still impossible to see the end even if you brought a flashlight with you.
What you would certainly not do, since from the alley an aura emanated that there rested things that should not be woken by any light.
The alley was just extremely long.
No one who was in perfect mental health would dare to set foot in a place like this.
But the alley was not built by or intended for healthy people.
Every brick in its walls was imposed by those who did not want to look at the people who lived in the alley.
Every stone, empty bottle, a pile of garbage, or thrown clothes was brought by the unfortunate ones who have nowhere to go.
Once you entered the alley, it was as if a stream continually tried to drag you to the bottom of the alley.
It was a stream of hate curses, complaints, and threats.
More and more and more, slowly the lost ones forgot why they were there, where they were going or where they came from.
They were swallowed up by the alley, and when they were conscious, they would be too far away to return if they were ever to become aware of themselves again.
There are many types of people in the alley.
Those who were born in it and never tried to leave.
Those who wouldn't even be there.
Those who fled reality and recklessly ran farther and farther from the light.
But most of them were pushed there at annoying times and those who thought if they stayed only on the surface would still be able to get out.
Careful seldom does anyone leave, but thousands enter by mistake or are attracted to those who least expected to belong to such a filthy place.
Do not enter the alley.
Out of necessity or curiosity.
Do not enter.
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.
The next day a sailor who also worked in the port, besides the old sailor, knocked on the door. This time, the boy didn't open it. The sailor appealed:- Open the door, boy!But the boy only answered on the other side:- I will not open! You just want to get me out of here! When I don't even want to raise! If you have something to say, tell me!And so did the sailor. He sat in front of the door and started talking:- Your sailor is not from here boy. He comes from a land of barbarians. They refuse the words of God and kill without mercy. For this reason, they are deformed. They have completely destroyed their own lands and now seek to take that of others. LOOK AT THE SAILOR'S SKIN my boy. It is black as night, like everything that is bad, it is ugly. LOOK AT HIS HAIR my boy! They are also black like those who once came here and murdered many!The sailor sniffed and and said in a tearful voice:- One of the victims was my daughter, you