Journey of the Soul_Orig.master

They crossed many high mountains ,traversed deep rivers ,passed different foreign countries ,and at last they came to a great desert. There was nothing to see but sky and sand. Their feet were lost in the sand and there was not a drop of water anywhere. The people with misery were the largest crowd on the Earth ever. There were people of all ages covered with torn, dirty hooded cloaks, you couldn't see their faces, some of them disfigured by chickenpox, some people blind, with their eyes covered, asking all over all the time, what the color blue looks like. People without leg used crutches, or a small wooden car, moving it with their hands. One woman, a former singer, couldn't talk. Her tongue was cut off as a result of cruelty of her Lord. These people were just a few examples of horrible human suffering. Amongst them was a cursed Sabina, driven by her desire to help her people.                                                                                                    


The March of Misery
V.Kormos/F.Guedel  
vocal: Vanessa Tzavelas

White Witch , The Misery crowd :

We walk slowly over the hills
Crossing every border one can think of.
One day we will get to the place
Which we are trying to reach.

Oh when, when, will we
Find our place of hope ?
When will this march of misery end ?

When we will get there ?
When will we find it ?
Or is it across another ocean ?

Will we be the generation
That will get to see it ?
Will we be the ones which will get
To where others just have dreamed of ?

Oh when, when, will we
Find our place of hope ?
When will this march of misery end ?

When will we get there ?
When will we find it ?
Or is it across another ocean ?

Look up,hold on
Our place is right here .

Oh yes,now have we found
Our place of hope
Now our march of misery ends.

We have reached it
We have come here
Now we are in the place
Which we have searched for

Open your eyes
Our place is right here

The crowd under the leadership of the White Witch, reached their wishful destination, after their much heralded journey. They were tired, weak, and their powers were waning with the lack of nourishment they needed. Amulets hung on their neck while canes were dropped uselessly to the sides of the people, scratching the sand. The White Witch could not bear to see her people like they were. Her heart lunged into her stomach and she knew what to do. Her hand slipped into her pocket, grabbing the rose quartz between her fingers. Pulling it out of her pocket, she held it above her head. The murmur of the crowd ceased as they watched their ruler. The rose quartz, they knew, would only listen to the White Witches’ needs and desires. With their eyes glued to the rose quartz, the crowd froze, waiting. With the rose quartz still above her head, the White Witch opened her mouth. “Be gone the hunger, pain, and weakness of my people. Let health and happiness engulf them. Let their rags turn to riches and let the finest drapery cloth them.” At once the rose quartz started humming in her hand, streaks of light shooting out at all sides. Suddenly the White Witch fell to the ground, her knees giving out. The rose quartz continued to shoot out light until each and every person in the crowd was hit and lit up with power. As the crowd stood there, their bellies became full, their thirst was quenched, and their rags turned into thick, comfortable clothes. As quickly as the rose quartz began to shine, it stopped and dropped to the ground next to the White Witch. After a moment the White Witch was able to sit up and open her eyes. Her desires were granted, her needs were met, and the people she adored so greatly were taken care of. As the White Witch regained her magical powers, she stood up and stepped back, observing how the crowd had been transformed. The people were suddenly smiling, with shining eyes, dancing, singing, and hugging one another. This was now truly the land of peace and love, a Land of Redemption.

THE MARCH OF MISERY

The King still fought the internal nobility enemies, who tried to disrupt the Kingdom, causing anxiety and terrorize the original population. The Blood Countess de Ecsed, born in Transylvania, had brought young peasant and gentry girls to her castle where she murdered them Then she drained them of their blood and bathed in a vat of it. She was arrested, brought to the royal court, and sentenced for the rest of her life in the Bastion of her own Castle. There was another very strong noble family that disobeyed the King. Therefore, the King decided to deal with the disobedient family before the Barbarians reached the borders of the Kingdom.
On several occasions, the King would visit one of his vassal states, where this well-known noble family had its dominion. He confirmed that one of these rulers, Lord Gazdashag, was a tyrant, torturing, overtaxing, and killing peasants. The King had him arrested, abrogating all of his aristocratic rights, confiscated the tyrant's property, and expelled him from the kingdom. From this moment on, Lord Gazdashag became the archenemy of the King and began preparing his revenge. He found refuge in a dark forest in the ruins of the Castle Wywar. The ruins were occupied by Ogul, an ugly, sneaky monster.  Lord Gazdashag plotted to build a dark empire, with Ogul as his main associate. Whenever the opportunity arose to do evil, Ogul was the first to volunteer as he could be counted on to do his job well, being familiar with the locations and people who lived in the countryside.

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