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Kirin liked power, period.
He’s not so pleased with the fairies though, always meddlesome, always getting in the way of world domination. Three setbacks for each leap forward and perhaps it is meant to be this way but don’t tell Kirin that. No, let him plot and weave fantasies in the dark, let him have that possibility of success, whether or not it be reasonable or attainable.
The Mountain seems to radiate with knowledge, knowing that there is something growing, being made whole. Not all is lost, as he sits and takes in the winter night. Even if the fairies foul him and the moon doesn’t shine just right, one perfect thing remains to him- Her. She is a constant, no matter how the years layer themselves in on her.<b> “Nicia,”</b> he almost sings, voice half whisper as it leaves him.<b> “Potion will soon be restored and then we will reap the weak just as before,”</b> in his mind they are promises, it gives him purpose, the world is not sunshine and rainbows.
There must always be something to lurk in the dark.</div><div class="kirifooter">small world all her friends know me</div></div></div><div class="kiricredit">HTML by Call</div></center>
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He’s not so pleased with the fairies though, always meddlesome, always getting in the way of world domination. Three setbacks for each leap forward and perhaps it is meant to be this way but don’t tell Kirin that. No, let him plot and weave fantasies in the dark, let him have that possibility of success, whether or not it be reasonable or attainable.
The Mountain seems to radiate with knowledge, knowing that there is something growing, being made whole. Not all is lost, as he sits and takes in the winter night. Even if the fairies foul him and the moon doesn’t shine just right, one perfect thing remains to him- Her. She is a constant, no matter how the years layer themselves in on her.<b> “Nicia,”</b> he almost sings, voice half whisper as it leaves him.<b> “Potion will soon be restored and then we will reap the weak just as before,”</b> in his mind they are promises, it gives him purpose, the world is not sunshine and rainbows.
There must always be something to lurk in the dark.</div><div class="kirifooter">small world all her friends know me</div></div></div><div class="kiricredit">HTML by Call</div></center>
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