This is what some people might refer to as a "Seasonal Story." It has undergone some slight modification since it first appeared on the Internet several years ago. I'm afraid that I cannot recall whether those changes have not been proofread, but time waits for no man.
The Bard's Tales Story (1) In a time before man rose to prominence, when magic flowed like water from every rock and plant, three great races vied for dominance. In their arrogance they even challenged the Gods, and almost succeeded. The Gods ensured that little evidence remained of their achievements and knowledge. That however, was about to change.
The idea, the wish to write a poem, or anything about this was in my head for a long time. Then everything clicked and I wrote it. I did a theses on college about war crimes in Africa, and from that moment on I swear, something changed and made me realize that the world needs to make even bigger efforts to help those people. No one deserves that kind of life. I just hope that this poem will make you think about this problem, about all the lives that we can help.
Adventurer Richard Hannay, just returned from South Africa, is thoroughly bored with London life-until he is accosted by a mysterious American, who warns him of an assassination plot that could completely destabalise the fragile political balance of Europe. Initially sceptical, Hannay nonetheless harbours the man-but one dayreturns home to find him murdered...
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A story in the A Thousand Years of Peace! Universe
We have been promised a thousand years of peace. We have also been told of a comforter. Where are we going to find this comforter? When are they going to show up? And how can one man or woman make a difference in this world? Really good questions. We have all had many tests with questions in our lives. I find it difficult to answer those questions from outside sources. I have still walked the path and asked the same questions from my inner sources. This is what has come to my mind.