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Watch as the sun rises unto the day. Feel warmth akin to the sunny month of May. And know that the warmth you feel is temporary, As was the chill you felt in in the month of January. As with the seasons, so it is with the heart. For today feels thou happy, but tomorrow feels not. Be not disheartened, rather take this as hope. For this implies much, my friend, so do not mope. For brief be thine joy, also brief is the pain. 'Tis all a great cycle, as the sun and the rain. So watch as the sun rises into the sky. But no fear feelest thou as it sinks into night.

In a small little village Where the raiders do pillage There lives a young girl with her mum. Her daddy left for the fight And he left them both in the night But the girl still knew where he'd gone. Now this girls lived for six years And her mother's greatest fear Is she'll think that her daddy is done But the girl doesn't worry, Though her daddy won't hurry, Cause she knows he'll be back once he's won. And the days turned into years Still the girl will shed no tears Even though the battle they've won. Cause she knows that her father Is looking down on his daughter... She knows its to heaven he's gone.

In the night do I dream the sleepless dream which does not cease. In that dream-like state I do find questions that make me weak. In the hours of darkness before the dawn... That's my release. For the hours of questions bring hours of answers I must seek. My eternal longing doth drag me through the vile, the meek. Those who would stop my joy seeking as I tear through this hell. For they have found that to which they cling to make life less bleak. For a time, to them did I listen. I sank into my shell. But now hat I broke free. Now hath I heard the ringing bell. I've seen the way to joy eternal, and it is the path. Walk slow, I've le

Chapter 1: Mordecai     The man wiped his brow, trying to rid it of the sweat that had gathered there. His short, wild brown hair clung to his scalp, tamed by the moisture of his work. His forest green eyes watched the forge carefully as he brought the hammer down again, folding the metal of the blade a final time. He grabbed it with the tongs, dipping it into a cooled bucket of water. The steam billowed up to embrace the man, wrapping him in a grasp of love and gratitude. The gratitude that the created has for the creator. The man pulled the blade out, the perfect blade, the perfect katana.     "Mordecai!" A girl called,     "In the fo