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"Something is born, something dies in an endless circle we dance and dance, All things come in their time something is born something dies, We dance around the wheele of life We cast the lots we take our chance." In the begining Timril only felt fear but now as time passed he neither struggled against his bonds nor screamed out in furry into the stone which encircled him. Nothing mattered now, not his life anyway, he had been condemed to death. As he sat he tried to think of dying and only that but the one thing kept reacurring in his mind, a georgeous brunette, her green eyes shone with all the light that he could not see now. He felt her soft hands carressing over his unshaved face searching for an answer, her breath whispered of innocent things he could no longer hear. Her smile, something he no longered remembered. He slept, in his dreams this face haunted him and cried, oh how the tears sting, he thought and realized that he was awake and that someone was beating him slashing his back with a whip. All he could do was ho