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   Smoke enveloped her. Surrounded her like a big tight embrace. She felt at ease,comfortable,at peace. She was surrounded by it and was ready to submit. She outstretched her hands to the sides,kicked back and fell into the pit. Her feet left the ground,she was weightless,falling,floating. For once she was free,for once in her life she felt truly weightless. Shame this is what it has taken, but this is what she wanted. She was ready,she thought,it is though and she would be the one to do it. In an instant she has disappeared into the dark. To her,it lasted minutes. To those watching,she was gone just like that. She was a brave soul in their eyes but to her, she was the only one, able and capable of doing it. Cowards they were,all of them. Just like that she was gone.The pit has swallowed the sacrifice. Another year passed. The spirit was satiated once more,or so they thought.    As the villagers turned their back to the pit and started walking away,fire and brimst...

   Blood red banners. What once was a symbol of victory and hope,now is a symbol for oppression,punishment,his rule. He rules with an iron fist and a rotten heart. All who cross his path,get in his way,say a word or do a deed against him,shall face the judgement and the judgement always is the same,death.He has changed,power changed him. Power always changes men. Those of the weak will and of the lesser mind,those people always get corrupted,carried away. They taste the power and all they want is more and he is no exception.    His blood red banners,the symbol of his rule,the symbol of fear, slowly dance in the wind as if they were mocking the people he is supposed to serve. The fountain square,where all of the celebrations would take place,is nothing but a desolate wasteland,left behind and forgotten. There are no celebrations in this city,not any more. Not since he came to power. Correction,unless the celebration has something to do with him. Usually,him tak...