Yuma slowly opened his eyes and tried to find out where he was. His last memory is, that he placed himself in his hammock tired, but now much to his biggest dismay he was in a throne room in the...
"Welcome in the Barian World, Yuma Tsukumo!" Greeted him a familiar voice, his former friend’s voice.
Once Reginald Kastle, by his well-known nickname, Shark, now Lord Nash, the leader of the Barian Emperors was sitting on his throne, besides him his sister Marin and his most loyal servant Dumon. The others – Mizar and Alito – were standing down there, not far from him. Two of them, Vector and Girag were missing.
"You... You ha
It was already night on the day of selection match. The newly chosen Inazuma Japan members were in their rooms, including Endou.
He was stading in the front of window, thoughtfully about the future. He almost started to prepare himself to going sleep, when someone knocked.
"Who may be at this time...?" he asked himself, while opened the door.
It was Hiroto and Midorikawa.
"Oh! Hi there, guys!" Endou greeted him with his signature smile, despite his surprise.
"Sorry for disturbing, Endou-kun. We just want something to say you." said Hiroto with friendly smile.
"It's nothing, come on!"
Endou closed the door and sat down to the bed with H
When she woke up, she shivered a bit, because she was lying on a cold, stone altar and her clothes were gone, except a some kind of tribal-like loincloth, which weared Garlon too. She noticed a little, wolf-head like amulet in her neck, what was exactly the same symbol, like the tattoo, which Richard and the others weared on their shoulder.
She wanted to sit up, but her hands and legs were tightly shackled to the table. She could move only her head. The other werewolves were sitting in semicircle around the altar. Torchs provided some light; they were in another, bigger clearing - it seemed, that some sort of ritual is being prepared.
Magyarország... csak egy határvonal,
De a térkép alatt tájakat takar.
Magyarország... csak rétek és hegyek,
De itt azért élnek még emberek.
Magyarország... ki mindenkit befogad,
De egy igaz magyart olykor megtagad.
Magyarország... kinek múltja dicső,
De a jelenje már nem tudja ki ő.
Magyarország... hol egy nép élt boldogan,
De ahol most mégis mindenki hontalan.
Magyarország... most káosz talán,
Igen, káosz, de mégis a hazám.