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Fathers are kind they know what's on your mind they serve the front lines to help all child kind when you run out of time they help you with a ryme fathers are kind

You are mother i love you you care for my life spread love every where i love you don't stop loving me You are important i love you you are my mother

Which faith is most true one where god is made of three or one that submits can one truly convert faith or is faith one thing can god find the path for me or will I struggle should I look towards gods own son or towards his prophet can anyone truly help or am I alone

Love is when you know the one You find it as a moth to a light For it will always shine bright It might not be a husband or wife But it will always be with you for life It is not easy to grasp for some Others say it would make you fell num Pain naturally follows love But it can also fly free like a dove Be wary as death will sure to follow But love will return by the morrow For love is always eternal As you can see it like a mural Let it be known love is always the one

I am from the map from google and the world I am from the endless point I am from the the tree of mighty pines I am from the travel and adventure, from clan Lonergan and clan mickolsicis I am from the moment of one place and studies of another From the womb of a mother and mind of a father I am from the heaven where all life began and where it will all end I am from the city of wind, taste of chocolate and lemons From a father who put his country and family first, and the mother who anchors us all I am from many places as the whole world no matter where I go, I shall call home

In the city of chains, darkness covers the land as an army bearing the Chantry Seekers' symbol stands in an orderly fashion outside a mansion. Two drag a dwarf inside, tossing him onto a chair and removing the bag covering his face. "Well, I've had more pleasant welcomes." He states. From the shadows of the darkroom reveals the seekers' leader, Cassandra. "I'm Cassandra, Seeker of the Chantry." The dwarf offers a smug look in return. "And just what are you seeking?" "The Champion." The dwarf hesitated for a second. "She doesn't mean...shit." "Which one?" The Seeker became agitated, throwing a book and threateningly stabbing it. "You know

19th of Ferventis 9:30 Dragon How did this happen? The battle, which was going to be the turning point for the war, became an abject disaster. The wardens, Calian, everyone on the front died except for Alistair and me. We're alive, but you might be wondering what happened. Let me tell you. It was after I finished my last entry. I went to the war council to see Loghain and Calian, arguing about having Grey Wardens and the king spending time with them. As soon as I arrived, Calian congratulated me, and then Loghain got to business. The plan was to have the horde charge right at the front lines. When they would be exposed, a beacon on the tow

17th of Ferventis 9:30 Dragon I just woke from my joining. It was. I don't know how to put it. Shockingly deadly, perhaps? It isn’t easy to explain. If I want to tell you what I went through, I best start where I left off. We arrived at the old fortress of Ostagar; the place is enormous. Both I and Duncan end up getting a surprise welcome from Cailan, the king of Ferelden. For a king, he is easily respectable. I had always thought that human nobility was stern and considered themselves above everyone else, especially the Elven. After the introductions were out of the way, we got to business. So far, the army had held the line, but th

  12th of Ferventis 9:30 Dragon My friend Merrill gave this journal to me to write about my Gray Warden journey. It is strange and sad seeing I have to leave the clan to fight alongside humans. It is the only way to ensure I survive. And as the Keeper said, it is my duty now. I am of the last of the Elvhenan. A keeper of the lost lore, a walker of the lonely path. My death will mean another of my kind’s voices and stories to be lost and forgotten. I travel to Ostagar with a Gray Warden named Duncan. I should thank him for saving me, but I don't make it a habit to thank humans. Should I fall, I bestow this journal to my clan so they ma

Their once was a lady that owned a lot of land She chose to split it between a knight’s bands Each knight became a vassal guarding their queen For they wanted to own everything One a vassal meets the lady She wanted to know if he wanted to go steady He said sure but wanted one thing To kill the rest and make him own their things So the queen order the death of the other vassals of the band Leaving one to take her hand