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Nagariya. Part 1.Piramidal spaceship entered the atmosphere of an unknown planet. Heredan bowl warmed to a temperature of several thousands of Celsius degrees. Deck lightly shaken.
"Reading from the outer shell" asked a tall man with the crooked nose, dressed in a black fleet uniform.
"6700 radians and rising" said one of the science officers.
Captain Nagariya Hathor San Akah Geb Ra narrowed his blue eyes. An hour earlier they found themselves on a new planet. The readings indicated that it hosts life similar to nagariyan, although at a much lower stage of development. Ra sent the chief science officer Anubis in a small scout ship, to investigate the designated landing spot. Now, as "Hathor-ankh," descended on the planet, a scout is not presented with any report.
"Commander Set, after leaving the atmosphere, please look out very carefully whether or not there are obstacles that await us. I would not get bogged down in this wilderness."
Red-haired man merely nodded his head in acknowledgment and focused
Founder. Part 1.01. Space journey
The effects of interference are sometimes unbelievably bad.
"Close-up" the screen increased, showing a collection of stars, an elliptical galaxy in the far corner of the known universe.
"This is Hix galaxy" said a man standing near the screen. A group of people sitting on chairs behind him, dutifully looked in his direction, trying to see any of this "extraordinary things", as chief scientist of extraterrestrial research center was going to show them.
"I know that it was difficult to push up there with our satellites" the man smiled, though a bit nervously. "But this galaxy must be known once with farest of its elements. Recent data have discovered it."
At this point, he again made the approximation of the monitor, showing the star system located very close to the greatest communities of the stars.
"It is a small system with one young star and two planets" continued scientist. "This" he pointed to a planet closer to the stars "We should not pay attention to it. It
This isn't the worldThe beauty escapes, leaving standing black debris
Leaving a shapeless mass of mutilated memories
Pushing dreams into the ground, bleeding from numerous wounds
It is not a world I want to remember
Crying children on the streets, among garbages
Violence and screams, all so beautiful
My eyes see views and places that once
though not perfect, were alive, were almost normal
This is not the world I want to remember
Somewhere where they do not look back, they are monsters
Who wish to come into the world among the pain and silence
These voices, however, do not let them leave the abyss
But their eyes can see the empty buildings
This is not the world I want to remember
But there is always hope that the bleeding wound is healed
leaving a void ...
Groza SalazaraSalazar Slytherin był zły. Salazar Slytherin był nieszczęśliwy. Salazar Slytherin chciał zniszczyć cały Hogwart razem ze wszystkimi uczniami oraz uczennicami z taką mocą, by nigdy już nie pojawił się na powierzchni ziemi. Jego myśli podążały jednym torem, od czasu kłótni z pewną mugolką. I jej cudowną...córcią. Stanowczo nie i jeszcze raz nie! Uwłaczające czarodziejom mutanty proszone są o przestanie uwłaczania i poczęcie "zapełnianie nisz społecznych im przezaczonych".
Rozległo się pukanie do drzwi. Salazar prychnął i spojrzał na swoje zielone skarpetki wprost ze sklepu "U cioci Humberty". Samodzielnie je dla niego wydziergała, samodzielnie utkała te czystokrwiste, cudowne skarpetki. Czysta krew...Grrrrrr...
- Ależ panie Slytherin! - rozległo się za drzwiami, gdy długo nie odpow
The ProphecyDark-haired man stood before the fountain and hissed from overhelming cold; it would be strange that water didn't freeze if man didn't know that it's magical water, made by Uhur-Khan in the beginnings of their world. In this fountain the man could see everything that was happening in Karmala and beyond.
"Speak, old woman." his voice was threatening but the man remained calm and in his demeanor was something reminding calm before the storm.
"The elves will raise their heads again...this time forever." the old, dusted voice of a woman who has seen too many winters. Her face was wreckled and scarred but her eyes lit lively in the old face.
The dark-haired man said simple spell and in the fountain appeared castle of king Munor. He waved his hand and he saw small figure, walking down the stairs in the Tower of Dragon Fang. He was focused and the man saw sorrow in him.
"This one will lead them?" he asked with disbielieve. The figure belonged to small elven child, no more than twelve. He coul
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