Silent Workersinspired by Fidel CastroTo me, they are silent workers.The ones who dirge in the night.The ones who seek their fortunes in the dirt.The ones in the subs of life.They call their life hardbut find no reason to fight.The ones who want all, but take none.The ones whos ancestry runs deep.The ones in the hidden places.To me, they are the hands that turn the earth.
Voyage of the Shadows V2Voyage of the ShadowsChapter 1: UntitledThe two smallest moons, Salanon and Sastus, were shinning their dim light on the Tundra Forest below. A slow and cold wind was blowing through the evergreens, creating a creaking and whistling sound. Nights in the northern Realm of Gondar were always cold.Two epheral figures were also traversing the forest. For the stealth shown by the two, it was obvious that both had skill in not taking notice. They stopped in a closed copse while the taller one caught its' breath. They conversed, and the tall one spoke in a deep barelling voice, while the short ones' voice came out soft and feminine. The woman slapped the man in the back in a playful manner, and almost knocked him over. After the man straightened himself and glared at the woman, they started off again.For over an hour, the two trekked through the snow in snow-shoes until they found a road cleared by horses and wagons earlier in the day. They stopped and the man pulled out a piece of bark-p
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