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Eye of Raven
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Forgotten Melody
Gift of Immortality
Perhaps...Love is Another Word to Express Hatred
Raisonnement, Confiance, Fric
Man of Crow
The Making
Bitter Farewell
Sailing the Boat
How I Met a Demon. (29 NOVEMBER 2011 - 17:02)
Who Am I?
Demonic Me
Demonic Lilith
Soldier
The Child: Me.
Knowledge
Dying Me
Valuing My Life
Mixing Potions of Feelings
A Deadly Game
Tampering in a Tub
Renovating My Heart
The Master He Only Have
A Man and a Piano
Two Peas in a Pod
Death is the New Beginning
Ignorant Me
Wittering Serenity
Entering Battlefield
My Name is L.
A Fight To Come

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A Man Can Die But Once
Eternally Remembered
Forever and a Day
I Like This Place and Willingly Spend My Time In It
Miserable Have No Other Medicine but Hope
To the Tiny Being
A Pearl Among the Pebbles
Who I Am
A Somebody

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The Master He Only Have
"Master." He uttered softly. His tone deepened with grace and respect. He have served Her Ladyship for as long as  he remembered, but she remained invisible, a shadow behind a veil. All that lingered in his closed eyes was a vision of faceless maiden hid behind a curtain. She sat in the same chair with her back facing me. Her straight long hair stayed unmoved, even when she was talking. In fact, he cannot imagine her in any other way.

He lowered his knees to the ground and bowed his head. His heart felt heavy, wrapped in thick cloth of loyalty. He felt humble yet proud to be in the present of Her Grace, The Ladyship of the Magisterial  "Have you done as you were told?"

"Yes." He answered almost immediately.

"And about tonight?" The feminine voice inquired again, this time with a slight edge of keen inquisitiveness.

"Everything is prepared." He answered shortly. There is no need to spare the details. After all, His Ladyship is all knowing. She wrote the instruction on a piece of papyrus and sent it to his notice. All that he had to do is to follow it to the word. Her Ladyship did not care of how it is done. What matter most is that her request is fulfilled.

The knight could never read her mind, nor her visage. It is hidden behind the veil, behind that long, raven hair. Complete absence of sound took over the conversation. None of them move nor speak. Everything stopped. Even the time has taken a break. Yet, he knew, Her Grace wouldn't want him to leave, because if she wanted him to, she would have given the order. Silence, in this room, means contemplation. Her Ladyship was planning her move and the knight waited.

An innumerable time strode past, yet not a single order was given. Finally, a sound of cup clicked into the saucer broke the silence. "The pawn must be sacrificed. Make the move and secure the opportunity to strike." The calm voice ordered peremptorily. A sense of authoritative edged in her words. "Its time for a checkmate."

The knight nodded without a second thought and crossed his right hand to his chest. "Yes, Your Grace." With a deep bow, the knight retreated from the chamber and closed the door in a soft thud. Not even once did he lift his head, nor did he turned. His revere for the young lady prevented him to do anything that could indicate even a slightest disrespect. As soon as he stepped out of the room, he turned and faced a man clad in dark cloak. His presence is ominous, akin to a ghost. His face is hidden behind the thick hood and even if the hood is off, the knight could have imagine a faceless phantom.

Specter, is the name of his clan. Hides in the shadow and lurks in the night, always in disguise. They are known for their murderous skill. No mark has left unclaimed. A perfect killer and the most loyal dog. Nobody knows the real face this creature. Some says they look like a devil and this managed to scare the villagers off. But the knight never set eyes on a devil but he sure doesn't want to. It is not easy to tame the beast, but those who managed to do so, never regret having them around. Her Grace must have done something worthy of the Specter allegiance to command one. "Her Grace wish for the blood of King Lyre. Bishop and Rook will create an entrance. I will deal with the pawn."

"I heed and obey." the Specter vanished into the thin air and the knight rode off in his golden-shield horse. The sound of hooves galloped off dimmed and disappeared behind the bathe of the moon light.
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