Oh, I lost, oh my aching heart I failed so hard, oh heavens below me, oh poor you, my son, my wife, is a dream, for me, the gone, the goon, the fool, the inconvincible tool, a complete soulless ghoul, I fought lords, kings, and empress head on, I fought till I couldn't no more, my legs shaking, my faith sweating, to whom shall I pray, to whom shall I beg, to a thief, or my beloved executioner sheath, to dare, to love, to fear, to own, and leave it all, what can I loose more, than the sight of you, the scent of you, my family, cry you not for me, pray you not for me, for what I shall not be killed easily, I shall not be buried as a cow, for the ears and eyes have seen and testified I am the strongest, the seventy will lose its protector for what dirt will gain its martyr, I have nothing to loose, I have only to give, I shall give you the end of orders,  my son, my will, a heavy boulder on your  diamond shoulders is revenge, I will provide them with a proper goodbye, for one fall another arises, Quasario Crystalian falls for Asars Crystalian arises

Avenge me.

The last letter in his hands, a mail brought by a fire falcon from the planet Diellia 54, a farewell letter, a testament to the new generation, the strongest, the eighteenth in history but the only one from the planet of blue, the earth of blessed, the crystal heaven Cristala, a planet where everything is created from a dominant crystal form in shades of blue, the 35th planet in the divine chain of 70, the order of the empress, who for whatever reason decided to handcuff Quasario Crystalian and execute him, 1 year late in Pradisja, the only planet valid for the title of Heaven above Hell, the highest place as in altitude and value, the land of the gods, the land of the Eternals, the end loses its value when it reaches Pradisja in due merit if one wins the 70 Pergamena, he is allowed to enter Pradisja and live among them,

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But fate favors the brave not always, sometimes fate punishes you for your achievements, it fills the cup more than it should, fate is a weapon with permission in the hands of a deity, the scarf that is worn by a girl only in winter, twice the same scarf becomes annoying, imagine 18 times, but the only one from Cristala,

This letter came three days ago, but it's the first time that I, Daring Stone, have read it, the blood brother of Asars Crystalian, the man of honor in his canceled wedding, today I got word that he is missing, I went to visit his house, except Septina, his mother, no one else, his fiancee, E Enjte Ziahorava had also disappeared in his search,

We are the peaceful planet, we earn a little, we live a little, the only blessing we have, we are in the middle of the divine chain, no one plays with us, we do not harm anyone, but the honor and pride is brighter, clearer, purer that our land itself, one was taken from the Crystalian family, now one must be taken from the Empress's family, an eye for an eye, blood for blood,

We have been blood brothers here for 7 years, time tests you worse than a gambler, stronger than alcohol, god have mercy on my stiff body, we leave today for revenge, I know where to find him, I know him better than he knows himself, we grew up together, we ate glass apples together, we stole together, we sold together, but we never killed together, the smile, the precious thing when death and duty call, today we are in feud, friends do not get invited in bad times,  that's why I'll go to the glass apple farm,

I'm sorry Mother, I only upset you, I'm sorry, you old man, that I'm so late as always, please say hi to my nephew and  sister, tell my wife, he went to cut wood, one year today, we'll be back together or not at all, they say that glass breaks, how ignorant, glass does break but not crystal, in our veins, flow pure crystal, not glass,