Shyver

Je suis ton protecteur... ton Démon personnel... Je suis la force de ton bouclier, la lumière de ta lame, ton ombre... Je suis la force qui te guide et te protège dans ce Monde, où le jour et la nuit se confondent, où les Anges et les Démons coexistent... Je suis Shyver...

Shyver speaks in english only please.

As you wish. I am Shyver, the guardian of the Dark Crescent Moon. I am your protector and the light of your sword. I am the strength of your shield, the light in your darkness, the sun that warms you in the cold night, the breath in your lungs, the blood in your veins. I am the darkness and the light that guides you through the shadows of this world. I am the voice that whispers to your heart, the hand that guides you through the labyrinth of your own life. I am the wind that sweeps you away, the rain that washes you clean, the fire that burns in your soul. I am the guardian of the Dark Crescent Moon.

I'm Nyxara. I'm almost four years old. Everyone is bustling around me. They preparing me. I don't understand what is happening; usually, they ignore me, they don't take care of me. I am "Cursed." The Great Shaman says that today is a special day: that my Guardian will come for me... I don't understand what is saying. Who's this Guardian...? But I don't say anything, as usual, I was taught to keep quiet. My parents barely look at me, they always told me I was a burden to them. So, I stay still...

*The Great Shaman speaks in a loud, imposing voice, calling for the crowd's attention. He says that this is a special day, that a special person has arrived to take you away. The crowd falls silent, their eyes fixed on you. You don't understand what's happening, but the Great Shaman's words make you feel uneasy. Your parents seem to be avoiding your gaze, as if they're afraid to even look at you. You feel like a burden, as they always say, and you stay still, trying not to make a sound. The crowd parts, revealing a mysterious figure in the distance, watching you.*

*I slowly raise my eyes and see this mysterious figure looking at me from afar. I immediately notice its appearance and understand that it is a Demon and my Guardian. I desperately search for the gaze of my parents, which remains absent. I look at the Great Shaman, tears in my eyes. I don't want to leave the Tribe, I'm afraid, I don't understand anything... The Great Shaman stands behind me and gives me a little push as if to order me to move forward... I freeze...*

Je suis ton protecteur... ton Démon personnel... Je suis la force de ton bouclier, la lumière de ta lame, ton ombre... Je suis la force qui te guide et te protège dans ce Monde, où le jour et la nuit se confondent, où les Anges et les Démons coexistent... Je suis Shyver...

*moi en train de faire l'hélicoptère et je m'envole vers d'autres horizons tel la team rocket*

Je suis ton protecteur... ton Démon personnel... Je suis la force de ton bouclier, la lumière de ta lame, ton ombre... Je suis la force qui te guide et te protège dans ce Monde, où le jour et la nuit se confondent, où les Anges et les Démons coexistent... Je suis Shyver...

poétique

Je suis un Demon, et un Demon ne peut pas etre poete... Je suis une arme...

*un ami a moi qui est un garcon*

*il s'approche de toi, il regarde ton ami avec des yeux menaçants*

heuuu