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The Children
The large oak door slid open and light emerised the darkness in an ever willing struggle.
He blinked a small boy and his sister were standing on castle steps.
"Yes?"Beckoned a hollow voice from the darkness.
The boy twiched as if though in pain.
"Do not be afraid dear child for what you see as wrong i see as right, for humanity is a deceptive race as if though a culture built on such prue morals is not as corrupt as those that follow its allegencie willingly, for you children have been tought lies and i,
i have see the truth
but i am only willing to teach to those that listen
and you,"
He glanced down at the boy
"are not."
He handed them five coins
"Do you not belive willingly."
He then closed the door.
He blinked a small boy and his sister were standing on castle steps.
"Yes?"Beckoned a hollow voice from the darkness.
The boy twiched as if though in pain.
"Do not be afraid dear child for what you see as wrong i see as right, for humanity is a deceptive race as if though a culture built on such prue morals is not as corrupt as those that follow its allegencie willingly, for you children have been tought lies and i,
i have see the truth
but i am only willing to teach to those that listen
and you,"
He glanced down at the boy
"are not."
He handed them five coins
"Do you not belive willingly."
He then closed the door.