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History of the MistAt the time, a war between the two great cities of Karisto Kingdom, Sol and Conkram, was taking place. Both sides had suffered heavy casualties. It was at this time when Sol sent in their secret weapon, a master swordsman named Gaza. Gaza was the owner of a sword forged from the bodies of dead Seru, giving it magical abilities. He had dubbed this the 'Astral Sword'. With this sword, Gaza could move at unimaginable speeds, deal out intense damage, and severely wound if not kill anyone.
Conkram was racing to catch up in the war as they lost more and more soldiers to Gaza's skill. King Nebular and Queen Minea, the true rulers of Karisto, were evenly matched by the uprising of a self-proclaimed Emperor, Etora VIII. With their son, Prince Cort, at the head of the defense research, they were hopeful that a breakthrough would come.
But things were still slow in Prince Cort's research. Even with the help of Jette, the family servant, and a brilliant mind to boot, Cort could not figure a way to
Lost In The Mist
I close my eyes....only for a moment, then we're lost again...
On-ly time...can save us from this circle, will it ever end?
Lost...in the Mist.
All we are is Lost in the Mist...
Same old tale...traveler out to save the world, but still so young.
And I see, that we'll be heroes, long from now, our story sung.
But Lost in the Mist.
All we are is lost in the Mist...
[Now] Give...me...a sign...that this can't last forever, we'll be found quite soon?
But it slips...a-way....my hope forever lost under the midnight moon...
Lost in the Mist. All we are is lost in the Mist...
Lost in the Mist...Stuck with Vahn and Noa in the Mist... >>;
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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