<div class="floatright">(http://s26.postimg.org/ux9siu3md/Al_rhayel.jpg)</div><strong>Al´Rhayel</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=93354)<br/><hr/><strong><strong></strong></strong><br/><br/><br/>Dissaster struct them again. Must be something their great enemy had done, and there had gone their best and only change to fight It.<strong>"Why? Why are we even lying to ourselves. The enemy won. Now, we can all crawl to It and ask its forgiveness and mercy. The light is gone, as is the goddesess sword. But if you really want to make yourself more foolish, closest wayt o reach something is an streight line. There is your tower."</strong><strong><strong>Al´Rhayel</strong></strong>sit down, put her knees to her shoulder and hoped to die. Death would be the ultimate releaf from their situation, something their enemy could to take from them, like it had taken Light, their friend and last remains of Hope.