When the sun rose into the sky, a burning wind punished my lands, searing the world. And when the moon climbed into the dark of night, a frigid gale pierced our homes.
No matter when it came, the wind carried the same thing... Death.
Before modification by Legolas at 13/06/2011 10:45:52 PM
I cannot really say I have any interest in debating this or any other issue with you, if Tom has an issue with what I wrote I'd be happy to discuss that with him.
