"He had dark black hair..eyes red as blood..pale skin.." My mother berkata describing my father that had died when i was two. "Like me mom? "I asked holding my long hair. "Yes Mavery, like you" My mother smiled wiping away her tears. "Was daddy brave?" I asked. "Braver than anda my sprite" She smiled once more. "Was daddy a good man" I asked, a tear finally falling down my cheek. "No Mavery, he was not, not a good man at all" Mother replied. "But anda loved him" I berkata standing up. "Yes, i loved your father, but after our marriage he took his power for granted and tried to rule the world of Arazon"...
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