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Modérateurs : paparsifal, Gardelune, Karodic
Voilà chers Compagnons.Far in the future, in a Galaxy still not passed away…
There,
was a child.
None acknowledged him, cause no name he had.
None saw him, cause no sight he had.
None felt him, cause no soul he had.
Yet, he had a fate.
And fate led his way past the dangers to the pit this odd pebble lied.
Everybody could hold it, but only he waved it, cause only he, saw the hidden sword in it.
Then fate kept on hammering and smiting the child and his tiny rock.
Although he did waved it about high anytime, never did he even once lowered it to strike but to protect.
The smith fate is, once satisfied, relished at his work. The child lost his sword, or more accurately, tamed it into a soul. His soul.
Then his eyes opened, and seen, he was.
Then his name he knew, and everybody acknowledged him,
Arthur.