Description
First comes the blessing of all that you've dreamed
But then comes the curses of diamonds and rings
Only at first did it have its appeal
But now you can't tell the false from the real
When everything, everything, everything you touch turns to gold, gold, gold.
Everything, everything, everything you touch turns to gold, gold
I'm dying to feel again,
Oh, anything at all,
But, oh, I feel nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin'
Gold, Imagine Dragons
Halloween 2/4
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Cordelia had nothing, no land, no family nor riches. Everything she gained she did it with her own hands. She had a young beautiful body, and she was going to use it. Look at her now, beauty, influence and wealth. She had everything she needed now, but it wasn't enough, she needed more. More gold, more power. Thankfully for her the Enutrof god answered her prayers and gifted with her a golden son. But this son was just a shy, crybaby unable to even say his own name but beautiful to the eyes.
Yes that would be it ! He would be the star of the show, a freak for everyone to see !
As time passes by, the boy had become a man, a brutal one at this. Always fighting, and never home. In all of Brakmar everyone knew about him. Because of him her reputation was compromised she had to do something. Fancy that Djaul himself want to make a little gift for his fellow shushus Hormonde, poor them they must be so bored. And she had just the right man for them.
The boy was no longer there, good she didn’t needed him anyway he was useless. She was the most powerful woman in all Brakmar, why would she missed him ?
Sadly for her, jealous people do terrible thing, and the has seen her beautiful face being disfigured and her gold taken from her.
Djaul had tricked her.
Look at her now, she has nothing, no home, no gold, no friends, no family nor people to cry for her when she will die...
Seating on the cold ground, she would have never thought she would meet him again. Not like this. He was old just like her, how many years and passed then ? She was a woman who push mountains, to make bend to knee to fates itself. Look at her now, she was here at his feet, just a rubble, the shadow of herself.
He didn't say anything. His eyes were pitying her. She hated it and he knew it. Perhaps was it the punishment for a mother who couldn't see but herself ?
He walked away, never looking back giving one last golden coin.
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WHY BEARDS ARE SO HARD ? WHYYYY