You are in time for my concert

DISCLAMER I DO NOT OWN Through the Fire and Flames, Dragonforce DOES, SO DON'T SUE ME!

*Picks up guitar* 

(sing, for real this time) On a cold winter morning, in the time before the light

In flames of death's eternal reign we ride towards the fight

When the darkness has fallen down, and the times are tough all right

The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight

Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel, through the wastelands evermore

The scattered souls will feel the hell bodies wasted on the shores

On the blackest plains in hell's domain, we watch them as they go

In fire and pain, now once again we know

So now we fly ever free

We're free before the thunderstorm

On towards the wilderness our quest carries on

Far beyond the sundown, far beyond the moonlight

Deep inside our hearts and all our souls

So far away we wait for the day

For the lives all so wasted and gone

We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days

Through the fire and the flames we carry on

As the red day is dawning

And the lightning cracks the sky

They'll raise their hands to the heavens above

With resentment in their eyes

Running back from the mid-morning light

There's a burning in my heart

We're banished from a time in a fallen land

To a life beyond the stars

In your darkest dreams see to believe

Our destiny is time

And endlessly we'll all be free tonight

And on the wings of a dream, so far beyond reality

All alone in desperation, now the time has gone

Lost inside you'll never find, lost within my own mind

Day after day this misery must go on

So far away we wait for the day

For the lives all so wasted and gone

We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days

Through the fire and the flames we carry on

Now here we stand with their blood on our hands

We fought so hard now can we understand

I'll break the seal of this curse if I possibly can

For freedom of every man

So far away we wait for the day

For the lives all so wasted and gone

We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days

Through the fire and the flames we carry on 

Hi, Arra! It's so good to see you! Of course you can help. I don't have time to post a full summary of what's been going on...but I'm sure there are other, more knowledgeable people out there who can write an even better summary than I can come up with. (I probably won't be on for the next 2-3 days.)

You don't happen to be Lucy B., do you? I'm Micearenice!

Hello!

If you want to help the Resistance, here's a briefing of w what we  are.

We are an impartial group that doesn't care about species, allied with FAFA. We are working to free Kyngdom from tyrants such as Catastrophe, and we will defend the weak and protect Kyngdom.

I'm sorry for being fussy and a buzzkill, but I don't agree with the above post.

I don't think that three people could send a small group of Resistance soldiers running. I'm one of the original Resistance authors, and I worked really hard developing the life and training of a Resistance soldier, and I don't believe that they would run.

I'm so sorry if I sounded rude, I just don't agree with the above post. 

Again, so sorry.. 

Where should I be? I need to get back in the habit of posting...

If anything's wrong with this post, tell me. I'll fix it.

Ronan-

I'm just lucky that I was able to get away from Icy's watchful eye. Sneaking around, looking for Catastrophe- she surely wouldn't approve. But I managed to give the group the slip in a small maze of corridors and find my way up here, on the second floor. It's awfully quiet around here. Much less noise than I thought there would be. The corridor ahead has one door at it's end. It's a risk. Should I go in? There might be guards. If only I could find something really helpful... I'm sick of traipsing around, doing odd jobs. I want to get out and do something interesting!

I go through the door.

The room, when I walk into it, seems like a regular parlor. Chairs, a cozy sofa, lots of books. I haven't read any books for ages. To think I could sit here and forget about everything, lost in A History Of Kyngdom. When I used to live with my mother and- well, you-know-who-I-mean, we had that book. Actually, all 48 volumes. There were 105 last I checked at Inke and Quille, which was surprisingly still open, just as fascinating as it was when I was young. Well, at least younger than I am now... do I count as thirteen or a hundred thousand years old? 

I realize that I've been off in my head for the past ten minutes, and get back to work. My eyes fall on the back wall of the room, which isn't wood paneling like the rest, but blackest obsidian. A dark oak door is set into this wall. The carving on the door is of my father, surrounded by a blackened, destroyed world. But he's not himself. Since when did my father have black, pupiless eyes, and wear a black cloak? He always prefered red. He's got that sword, and a shield, and a crown...

Wait. Didn't my father have that sword last I saw him?

Then I realize.

The door.

It pictures what's to come.

I have to find Icy, now.

We're having an emergency meeting of the Resistance when I get back. 

Ooohhh! Thank you! Time to binge-read...

Actually, Omnipononi and Archa aren't related, and Gared told me that Poe has made a couple of visits to an alternate dimension and is now 14. I have my doubts about a group of soldiers running from them as well (unless they were running to alert others or lead the trio into a trap), but... yeah.