mystrican

At some point, reality seems to fade away from me. I gaze upon the trees and clouds, whilest my mind tumbles across other realms. The truth allways seems to utterly boring. And it hardly ever brings good will towards mankind. I'd rather live in a world of fantasy, where I could shape my own Dreams and forge a new reality. A world in which there excist evles and magic, demons and Dark Lords, a world of heroes bonded in truth by Fellowship. A world where the outcast boy rise up to become a Champion, and all of those who disgraced him in the past now envy him, for his glorious achievements. Yet in the end he shall make the greatest sacrifice,