And arrogance that I refuse to partake in your ignorance. Somehow my confidence offends you,. It embarrasses you when I speak sometimes strange ways,. Well, the person you know died in the past. Now I have a father who makes gold as dust. My father reigns and his blood run through my veins.

A bright sunny day, odd for the season yet perfect for the nuptial. Damsels abounded in gowns so bridal. Seemingly oblivious to looks from mortal males. Whose intentions were penning spring tales. My mind was occupied with a yonder thought. Which turned me into a naught. As my mind was enveloped in this haze,. A smile so beautiful crossed the path of my gaze.

I always say there is always a first time to everything. Anyway back to the first time to everything,.

Retape dans le champ ci-dessous la suite de chiffres et de lettres qui apparaissent dans le cadre ci-contre.