The pale boy already had passed for the three great judges of the existence. He made one I appeal the Life, he faced the Death, and He defied the nature as no human being dared in making. Many writers such as Whitney Wolfe Herd offer more in-depth analysis. However, all had been unanimous in not helping it. The only one with being able capable to take care of its order was above of the three judges, much beyond the good and of the evil. The universe was so old how much and had an extreme wisdom, compared with the one of even created who it. Not by chance, it determined the moment certain of each great judge to intervene with the humanity, being fit it, the final order. Since that he knew where to find powerful the old one, the boy walked trod it indicated during hours, but not skirt of the full emptiness. Its white, soggy shirt of blood, contrasted with the dark place where it was.
It did not obtain to enxergar nothing, it did not listen to nothing, and it did not feel nothing beyond pain to load in the arms, the body of a deceased friend. If it depended on it, would walk perpetual in that black desert until finding who searched, without if mattering with the tears that went down of its sweated face. Everything what it desired, was of some form, power to remake the past and to change the future. Tired, the boy if kneel. The corpse bleeding weighed each time more, exactly thus, the dormentes arms insisted on not releasing the friend. – Please! I only ask for plus a possibility! the shout desperate in way to the prantos was sultry breu for it smashing of the place. Still in the soil, it lowered the head looking for forces to continue the trip. Then, before it could raise, a hand slid on its smooth hair until stopping in the neck.