Warlord

Faustino’s Journal, Seventh night since the tenth moon of this year. Pimbledore Bree-land, It has been two full moons since my last writing. I moved out of Bronhaven, it was not save anymore. i could feel the breath of past heating up in my neck. chết sâu non... bạn sẽ bị cháy trong mắt... Haradrim speaches of old in my mind... can it really be, will he be back. but for what purpose... I still don't know.. i should be careful, stay in for a while keep out of sight.. Advice my family not to speak of me, and not to think of me.... I...