Yo readers here is a map of the world by the years 320 A.R.(After Romelia), if you like the novel leave a comment or a review !

Seems like I have to write something else they will not publish map . From now on I will speak about general things, if you do not like to read general things of general content, on a general chapter of a general novel, of a general author, coming from a general city, of a general region of a general state, of a general continent, of a general world, of a general planetary system, of a general galaxy, of a general universe. Then you can skip all of these .

Seems like I still have some words to go so here it is something from shakespeare:

To be, or not to be, that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,

And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep

No more; and by a sleep, to say we end

The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks

That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,

To sleep, perchance to Dream; aye, there's the rub,

For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

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Must give us pause. There's the respect

That makes Calamity of so long life:

For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,

The Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Contumely, [F: poore]

The pangs of despised Love, the Law’s delay, [F: dispriz’d]

The insolence of Office, and the spurns

That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,

When he himself might his Quietus make

With a bare Bodkin? Who would Fardels bear, [F: these Fardels]

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscovered country, from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have,

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of Resolution

Is sicklied o'er, with the pale cast of Thought,

And enterprises of great pitch and moment, [F: pith]

With this regard their Currents turn awry, [F: away]

And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,

The fair Ophelia? Nymph, in thy Orisons

Be all my sins remember'd.

A beautiful script, I remember my english teacher making me read it , she wanted no mistake, I admit I had fun writing it. Or seems like I still need 92 words to go, so here it is another work this time from Dante:

«"O frati," dissi, "che per cento milia

perigli siete giunti a l'occidente,

a questa tanto picciola vigilia

d'i nostri sensi ch'è del rimanente

non vogliate negar l'esperïenza,

di retro al sol, del mondo sanza gente.

Considerate la vostra semenza:

fatti non foste a viver come bruti,

ma per seguir virtute e canoscenza".»

My italian teacher loved Dante, she had us learn to translate the whole work, I admit it was fun even though a lot boring at the time. Well I finally finished my number of required words sup!(MAp is on post chapter note)