[color:"#a0a0ff"]Your world, Strange One, has surrendered to the sound of war, the dance of death and the melody of sorrow and mourning long ago...
from the day on when your race chose to stand on 2 feet instead of 4.
From the day on when you decided to turn away from nature...
from the day on the first one claimed and expressed his superiority...
from the day on the first one said he knew the absolute truth...
Many tunes have died already in your world...
every time a race was killed, one tune died...[/color]
"So there is no hope left?"
Dead silence........
I looked around me and upwards: A few crystals had survived the slaughter, some of them had pieces missing and they seemed to hide from one another between the roots and in the darkness - floating motionless.
The ground below me was full of splitters and fragments, crushing under my shoes. The cave was nearly dark and Wolfy sat on his haunches, his heads hung down... a picture of pure defeat.
My heart was heavy and empty, black and full of tears... No hope... really, no hope at all?
