Dymon (2010)

Young warrior, heir of the sword if not of the blood of those titans in the chants.

May I ask thou something before the battle and the rush and the fire?

What do you think stinks of death the most? The cript with the name of the fallen?

Or the craddle full of infancy mementos?

Which one is the place plenty of ghosts?

The death you smell here is not for the corpses around but for the dreams unfulfilled.

Oh how many men and their names were taken into oblivion.

The tears of your kin could not save their disintered fate.

And you are soon to become one of them. 

So listen to my council and run.

Run and cry as if there was a way out.

Pray your gods shout for help that will not come.

Cross the forest of neddled trees.

Walk trough the abiss of dead rocks.

Try as if you were to survive

To pass the gap of green fire. 

If you leave you burn but if you stay you will die.

A death worse than fire.

“Oh what death could be worse than fire?“ The young warrior thought for himself.

-A death of demon which tears your very soul apart.-Said the Dymon

Certain of the question now laying behind the eyes of his guest.