Hyra is just an ink stain on the big map of our world. On horseback, you only need a few days to travel from one end to the other. Neither Hyra's natural resources nor its influence are particularly noteworthy, and still it is a special place to be. And I'm not just saying that because I was born there. Something extraordinary hangs in the air, some kind of feeling you cannot explain. Something is different there … Maybe it's the people. There are some noble minds living in Hyra that show you how much virtue a human heart can possess. Yes, I think those are the kind of hearts that make Hyra what it is. They seem to be the country's bigg
Last night I was woken by thunder.
I layed in the dark and listened
to the wind that raged through the night.
It seemed to tore the world in two.
It reminds me of the storms that sometimes hit my soul.
Everthing is shattered
and you watch
if there will be anything left
I've got to talk to you.
Stop! Come here, stand by my side for a moment.
And let's pretend we aren't perfect.
Let's pretend we are fragile and weak.
And now look back.
Tell me, what do you see?
Maybe the homeless man with the bottle of beer you passed last week on your way to work.
How low can you get? It would never happen to you.
Maybe the chubby girl with the scars on her arm who sat beside you on the train today.
Why does she let she herself go so much? It would never happen to you.
Maybe your friend who called you yesterday and told you in a tearful voice about her husband's affair. Again.
How can she let herself be hum
It was a beautiful, clear spring morning. The rays of the sun were still weak and hardly touched the earth but in the air was the unmistakable smell of new life.
She stood motionless by the lake and watched thoughtfully over its smooth surface. Her gaze wandered vigilantly through the forest which surrounded the shore and only when she was really sure of being alone she bent her head down to the water and drank. The sun warmed her slender back cozily and let the coat she wore shine in a bright brick-red.
The water tasted sweet and for a moment she closed her eyes contently when a shot echoed through the forest. The bullet broke the silence