She is there, she is there waiting for me on top of the old castle Agurak, the Goddess Shezetal, her long black hair and cloak of rod. She has been waiting my return for the war has kept me away for many years. We have regained our land. She is delighted to see me again. My goddess now tells me of the past when her father ruled the lands. Her mouth begins to speak of a time when the lords of Agurak ruled over the earth, skies and seas. With heavy hand and evil hearts, them (they) came skies full of light and sun they banished the dark clouds that hung over our land. (They) took this from us. Long war started against (them). The Circle of Agurak vowed to win. Six long years of war, pain and sorrow have now passed and thus Agurak has fallen. My sword has met the steel of many other men. It is still at my side battered and old. I have spilled the blood of (them) in the name of darkness but yet we have lost this long siege. Nothing is left here of our castle and village. Only ruins, sorrow and memories. She has been through the most deadful things. I am now hgere to comfort her. I am the last of the Lords of Agurak. The last of this (Dark Circle) I brush the tears from her face with blood and gold. I am the last lord of the sleeping. We are the only surviving ones, our love is ETERNAL.....
