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Published: Mar 8, 2013

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Religion fictive - Les Chroniques0Il n'y avait rien alors: ni hommes, ni bêtes, ni pensées. Il n'y avait ni lumière, ni obscurité, ni son, ni silence, ni visible, ni invisible. Il n'y avait pas de haut, il n'y avait pas de bas. Il n'y avait pas de mort, il n'y avait pas de vie. Il n'y avait pas d'avenir, il n'y avait pas de passé. Où se trouvait alors cette jeune pousse de Monde? A quelle époque allait-elle germer? Qui aurait pu en saisir la subtile essence?
Il n'y avait pas de centre, il n'y avait pas de périphérie: rien que des mystères dissimulés dans des mystères, et des ombres enveloppées d'ombre. Il n'y avait pas de présence, il n'y avait pas d'absence. Il n'y avait que Lui, présence et absence confondues, à la fois au centre de toute chose et à leur périphérie.
1Au commencement, Anadeus dit «Je suis», et il y eut quelque chose là où il n'y avait rien. Le Monde se sépara entre ce qui existe et ce qui n'existe pas, entre l'indicible et ce qui peut être ressenti, entre l'indescriptible et ce qui peut être connu. Q

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ApathyPeople, people, why do you scurry
always in a hurry
scurry, scurry, scurry
always in a rush.
I'm the man your parents warn you to stay away from. I'll sit in the corner of a room, back to the wall, watching every movement you make. I'm the one that fantasizes about your end at my hand, of how your blood may differ in taste from the last, how you'll sound when panicked. I am your admirer from afar, the envious sack of flesh that will never be able to feel the way you do.
I know you've seen me a few times now, I can feel every glance you make my way. I know what it is like to be watched, I allow you to see me. I'll play the game, let you have your fill. When I finally look at you I see distress, that's right, caught you. You look away, two seconds tops, before glancing back. Guess what? I'm looking at you now. But you know what? I'm not looking away. Go ahead, pretend like it never happened. Go back to talking with your friends, act like I never existed. I'm smiling on the:thumb185270045::thumb177606330:

The Rising As he made his way through the wintry nighttime forest, hunched over atop his black warhorse Velox, Kailan Althey wondered for the thousandth time why he still did what he did. All those pompous lords and ladies, drowning in their own wealth and self-importance, scoffed at his simple garments and his paltry possessions. To them he was a common mercenary with a fancy title. Of course, the noble elite looked down on all those below them in rank, but when their comfortable existence was threatened by something their ordinary human soldiers couldn’t kill, they begged and pleaded oh-so-nicely for the aid of a Venator, a hunter of monsters like Kailan Althey—“Fireblade” as he was commonly known. Even then he was treated only with the necessary level of respect owed to his position as one of the youngest Master Venators in history.
Kailan was headed for a place called Barrow, a small backwater village nestled deep within the Witchwood. AzraelI open my eyes.
I've forgotten my name.
I've forgotten the taste
of water or the touch
of wind.
I've forgotten my face
and my hands and feet.
I remember the boy
who fell on the road
and I remember the weight
of his body as I threw him
out of the way.
I remember the lights
and the sound and the screams
and the honking horns
and the silence that followed.
When time stopped
I thought of her,
and I hoped she would be
waiting for me wherever
it was that I was going.
I open my eyes and blink
seeing nothing but the empty sky.
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Then he comes, gliding in on
wings as black as night.
I can't move or stand
but he kneels beside me.
A pale hand holds an apple
under the nose I had forgotten I had.
A smell, sweet and wet fills my nostrils
as he takes my hand in his, not corpse-cold
but warm, like a soft hearth fire.
He lifts me to my feet
as if I were made of
nothing but air.
White eyes, bright as a star
shine not with glee or malice
but tears of love—tears of sadness
that a father feels as he Son of the DragonThey crossed the great river Danube
to take what they thought was owed:
our wealth and our lives,
souls to fight for an unloved lord.
The invaders were taken up,
a tribute paid in blood,
as a message to the Conqueror:
You have woken the spirit of the Dragon.
He sends me, his son and heir,
across another Rubicon to burn
your lands to ash, and
your people to embers.
Forewarned of deception,
a trap was sprung, a fortress sacked
and across his lands my words were heard,
a Dragon's voice of overwhelming flames.
And when those of the Conqueror's faith were
consumed, sympathizers and heretics all undone,
only then did the Dragon's tongue retreat
back into its maw of bristling swords.
And now as the Conqueror rides to me
I sit at my table before my keep, waiting
beneath a sullen sky of grey, watching
as they ride forth, the Conqueror and his legions vast.
A thirst for vengeance drives them on like
herded cattle that look up with angry hollow eyes
only to find themselves in the slaughterhouse.

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