Blackmoon Trilogy: Part I
There in the shadows lies the one that the darkness waited for. The man, the fan, and the legends that descend. So to did the forthright bring, the glowing sword and the brightest light.
Listen to the footsteps as they fall. Click click. The sounds of a clock that can tick. The deadly waves of energy, raw alluring power that pulls at the binding souls of damnation. For all who stare at this dark-figurized beast shall soon respond and never be free. He is named Oceanshara...or Denver. His cloak billows in the breeze as the wind blows through the trees. Women can be seen in a tavern square, wearing their cute dresses, leggings and different colored hair. The passion, the pain the power is everywhere. Even the mighty can feel the sway. When the world rots away. And here in the darkness we find the power at the moment of the hour where the spreading plague of blackness soothes the deepest souls. And so there to will find a few from the grasping holds. Lo and behold the light. The shining sword called shakara. The legendary blade has this to say that it will bring back tomorrow. With preparations and thoughts and strengths the bitter blade prepares to sing. To sing the blood of the damned to sing the evil that breeds in the new lands. To sing and cut slice and chop where evil roams the blade will send light and the light will flow and the power glow as the blade calls down the holy archangels of the night. And those who lead life to corruption will soon be brought back from their destruction those in need will find aid. When the blackmoon rises....darkness will fade away!"
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