Bialar Crais
<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0><script> (function(i,s,o,g,r,a,m){i['GoogleAnalyticsObject']=r;i[r]=i[r]||function(){ (i[r].q=i[r].q||[]).push(arguments)},i[r].l=1*new Date();a=s.createElement(o), m=s.getElementsByTagName(o)[0];a.async=1;a.src=g;m.parentNode.insertBefore(a,m) })(window,document,'script','//www.google-analytics.com/analytics.js','ga'); ga('create', 'UA-47423994-1', 'fortunecity.ws'); ga('send', 'pageview'); </script> <center> <br> <div> <script language="javascript" type="text/javascript" src="http://ad.broadcaststation.net/ads/show_ad.php?width=728&height=90"></script> </div> </center> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 height="100%"><tr> <td valign="top" width=235 BGCOLOR="#111111" TEXT="#F7F7FF"> <div> <B><IMG SRC="213d4190.jpg" border=0 width="212" height="281" ALT="FarScape downloads" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> </td> <td valign="top" BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000"> <div> <A HREF="id17.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE=" The Gallery "><U><I> The Gallery </I></U></A></div> <div> <I>Bialar Crais</I></div> <div> Hello. I'm Bialar. Riv wanted me to tell a little bit about my life in the mansion, but I'd rather take a minute to talk about her. Well, us...</div> <bR> <div> We were children when we first met; we were placed in the same barracks. She was maybe five cycles older than I was, and the first time she saw us, my brother and I, she instinctively knew our fear. She was always there for us. Tauvlo grew up and away; he stopped needing us. He was an amazing soldier. I still miss him. </div> <bR> <div> Riv, I still need. It's difficult to explain the bond that forms between two children, ripped from their homes, thrown together. They were not good times, but they were just a little more bearable because we had each other.</div> <bR> <div> I never knew the word 'friend' until Riv taught it to me, and this only after she came here. I never understood that this is what she was to me. I always believed that what we had was an evil thing. It was not the only evil act we ever committed together, but we believed it the worst. </div> <bR> <div> Now, I am beginning to make new friends, as Riv already has. It is an amazing thing. There is no other way to describe it. This brings me to the present, and there is not much more to say. I love it here. Every day brings a new and beautiful joy. Rae has offered to erase my memories of the evil days, but I always say no. Somehow, the little joys seem that much more joyful for the past pains.</div> <bR> <div> End recording. </div> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>