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The Chronicles of zairons
Prologue - The fist

Prologue - The fist

A dream that repeats itself, because I see the tragedy that has nearly eradication of a species, foolish mortals .......

I recreated his world from the ashes, gave them the freedom to self-government and still dissatisfied with everything that won eventually gave in to greed and baseless hatred, even giving them free will and yet blamed me blamed me for their own mistakes .

Poor mortals who are arrested by the time chains, because they sought to take their ridiculous wars to my gates, which seek in my land ?, Even if they can not even breathe without gasping in my areas where there are still traces of the misfortunes of their own making this planet.

Because the march up to me? Without even having restored its kind that once large sum in today and do not pass the thousands?

I really think that should never have interfered between these mortals, maybe I should have followed the example of the original creator and left that this species appeared over time which are slaves.

Yes, I should never have fallen up my own whims remnants of an immemorial and mortal time, but even if I wanted eternity next to "them," the never could share.

Eternity is not something that the mere transition body can withstand, for no mortal mind overcome ages which could accompany the emergence and evolution of a species, the creation of planets and finally the extinction of both.

Even in sacrifice "Ateas," the lady of life, has given them a body that supports the presence unreal that I could never bear my gifts, and probably never recognize me as an existence to be ignored.

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They wanted my blood and my power, wanted to be compared to gods and are higher than in a land that only their kind prevailed, poor beings never knew never has blood and my power was beyond reality and where even the madness could not reach.

Came to me by their desire and took me the only thing which bound me to this wretched and detestable planet, which led me to only one solution lay waste to all their species in just a minute there was no being before my gates or even someone of its kind on this world.

Just remember if I ever was a god, because even I had early even without an end to min, I was also created and was born a female, had friends and had passions even after reaching the omnipotence and immortality.

I'm not a demon as little a god'm over it and below all, not a classification, since no species can dictate my name, just a word about min can be said, one created by a people who once created and have ruled my name and Zairons, who devours the rules life and death, devours planets and even galaxies themselves, and if they appear before min until the gods would be devoured.

There is nothing I do not know, for I am wisdom itself, there is nothing above nor below min, because I'm not an existence I am everything and nothing, time and space reality and madness, life and death, destruction and creation.

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