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“Kanzaya I have killed many among those countless masses were children, woman and elderly. I sought myself as hideous monster and I was jealous of the beautiful-dreamers, for even my nights were plague with nightmares. Did I not know beauty, pleasure, passion because I was a monster? I sought to be a monster and I killed countless armies, devouring there flesh…but there was no nourishment, there flesh was sand in my mouth, there blood and wine were salt and I was of none.” he cover his face with his wings, feeling the shame. Was this ground too holy for a beast like him?

“You play the foul for many years Brenno. Our culture will not hesitate to add you as one, but could you add us? I think you live to long trying to by a man or a beast, learned to be yourself or died trying.” this words sounded cold, but they rekindle an infernal fire within Brenno. When this journey begun it was not to save the universe, but to save his damn soul. His carnivorous appetite for life had yet to bite a bite too big.

And as he raised his head to meet the priest with and new found hope, he saw it right behind him, a window into another universe; impossible to be seen from any other angle for the light was coming down right under it, except no light when through. Sort like patch in the universe.

He expanded his wings and flew to the window, it was to small for a man to fit in, as he came down he saw that Kanzaya gesture him to come with him, and once more he fallow him.

While flying he saw many Amateans all different in color, shape but one out all them stroke him the most, he could had been twenty feet tall or even larger, the flying goliath vanished within the sea of clouds.

“We are nearly home.”

The word cut a burning gash in Brenno’s head, home? He been in lots of homes, some wore more like torture-house others, he did the torture.

“Castle Urvora home of the Winged Clan.” as Kanzaya slowly decreased his speed and prepare to land at the castle’s gate, Brenno was still astonished by it architecture.

Castle Urvora was set into of flat mountain with four golden sculptures sustaining it; this bronze titans all had mighty angelic wings. Each supporting the castle on there backs with there wings spread, each individual one connected be the tip leading to the next one, and forming a ring around the castle were beautiful vegetation flourish and gracious cascade rush off them into the rocks below them. Giving a permanent fog cloud that only seem to settle the aspect of mystical within the castle.

However there was something unusual, next to the feet of one the sculptures; an Amatean woman, were the remains of something that clearly was destroy, could possibly been another altar?

“Let us not waste time in here, come you need to me my family.”

and they descended into the stress he saw that the Amatean had powerful society boundaries, the farmers grew outside the castle wall, living in the wings of the sculptures with the thick vegetated forest. The upper-class lived in high towers, the street themselves were deserted, and for this towers; they had neither doors or windows, as all the Amateans could fly freely.

They came to the center of the castle, and once more Brenno saw the four sculptures this time accompany be another one, who was he?

Kanzaya shouted far ahead. “Is going to be a sharp corner.”

And Brenno when back to reality. No longer thinking of the sculptures instead fallowing Kanzaya to a large garden; within it four totems had been place, in the center lay a large triangular building, all around them were people praying, meditating and practicing sacred arts.

There was not much to the building outside, it was stone gray like all the other towers and the floor of the castle, with a large mouth shape door; the bears of the mouth reach the bottom were older Amateans reflected on there younger days.

Brenno fallow Kanzaya inside, there were no guards, did no Amatean ever try to come inside by force? Was there no will to break the law, or were they afraid of the consequences?

All sort of mater of Amateans lived within the Pyramid of Wisdom; scholars who day and night read and translated book of the ancient races long extinct, astronomers who looked to the stars for answers, archeologist who sought the answer in the past. Scientist looking for answer, philosophers questioning the meaning of the universe, holy man seen the answer in Asheen Dyan and most important the king, of the Amatean who sat at the golden throne adorned with two winged lions. All this Amateans were different, they wore no animal clothing instead red togas, even the king himself look no different except for his crown.