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Then Sïrdi and his Vasë, as well as not only them, recruited their followers from among the people, tormented them, tortured them and then rewarded them for ungood things.
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And they twisted their bodies and subjugated their minds, imprisoning them in dark dungeons and turning them into monsters suffering from pain.
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Love did not save them, and unfortunate mothers had to give birth to children who then became young, distraught soldiers.
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Then Sïrdi rejoiced, and made ranks and formations from the wretched peopl, with spears, swords, and shields, and made them sing hideous songs in the roar of battle.
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There were thirteen of those armies, seven troops each, not large in those days, but pleasant to the perverse delight of the evil creatures.
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And everyone was waiting for the black hand's instruction to start the unfortunate war without end, in which humanity would perish.
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And all this happened quickly, as if a storm had come that could not be stopped.
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But Sïrdi himself is also involved in Mirondë's affairs and there is no other way.
92.9
Then Loynalë said: "I wet the souls of the Emani with my weeping and with countless tears, to give them the grace that I have in my mind. What cup of wine has blinded our eyes, what lying song has closed our ears, that we have allowed the abominable desecration of the sacred garden of our dear children? I would give much to see again the unsullied purity of the race we all created. But watch now. A great corruption spreads through evil teachings among Emani, and they fall like flowers fed on rotting mire. Summoning my namesake from Tildo was never in my dreams, but now, let's free our children!”
92.10
And Hidrandë arose, cast off the crown of Edelon, and took up Hamurgo, the Red Hammer. He said angrily:
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"What a horror! Now the time of wisdom must leave us, and the bugle of swift reprisals will invite us to merciless action. Have I slept, or have we all fallen asleep, the cunning, honeyed, but rotten sleep of idleness and delusion? Stop Sïrdi, stop forever! I will not let the Emani suffer your wound. We will not turn our backs on our children now, but save them. And perhaps we will also save the world around us, because what is meant to happen, will happen, and since the time of Fïrdi, we have only been splitting up our forces so that our great works will then be swallowed up by treacherous evil, united and powerful, defiled and damaged. Great power will now be needed and reunification to prevent the evil contagion among Emani and to dilute that which is united in evil. And you, Sïrdi, will finally pay.”
92.12
By then, however, swords and axes were already hungrily drinking the blood of young Emani, and a great evil dream corrupted the minds of all.
92.13
Then Tildo and Vasë also came down in haste, with many Alnë, and joined their forces, led by Hidrandë. And silence fell, the trumpets fell silent, and the songs ceased.
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Lepostiriyon, and Oyöli, and Lükasëli, and Melëra were astonished.
92.15
For along Naul, at the head of a great crowd, Tildo walked together in silence, as never before and also never since.
92.16
Many colors were mixed by each one from his nature, and in the valley of Samlindo Osqaldin then caused the colored rain that brings sleep to arise.
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And Osqaldin poured into it a great part of his blood, and Loynalë of his tears, and Lümindon of the milk of her breasts.
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Also other Tildo and Vasë added a lot of magical powers to it.
92.19
It is said that the Tildo were very weakened by those spells in those days, and if Sïrdi had wanted to harm them, he would have succeeded. He, however, was occupied with a vile game between the armies of men.
92.20
Thirteen days later that rain fell, like a waterfall of splendor from the heavens, covering all lands, forests and wide valleys, also coasts and islands. The flowers and the trees fell asleep, the animals also went to sleep, Lepostiriyon, Melëra and Lükasëli, as well as all the rest.
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All the divine beings, as well as a multitude of elemental beings, were employed in that work, and the rain had to be scattered to all corners of the world.
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However, the Emani breed also fell asleep and for a long time, much longer than the others.
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Sïrdi was taken aback and a black thorn of fear stabbed into his heart.
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For it did not take more than a few days for the whole world to wake up again, rested and full of strength.
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And everyone who woke up wondered what had happened and what was the reason for it. But the Emani slept on.
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That great sleep is called Emano'lipastindin and Tildo thus healed the damaged human soul, after centuries of sleep, although it could never fully recover.
92.27
During that long time, the bodies and souls of people were protected by the great magic of sleep, and indeed, their remains must have been a strange sight if someone found them.
92.28
Beneath a thin layer of gold leaf, in endless clouds of thick mist, the people slept their magical sleep, dirty and gaunt but under a healing spell.
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And lo! From those times Emano'lipastindin, people take away a memory and medicine, namely Lïpä - Sleep.
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Sleep heals the soul and rejuvenates the body, it is like the healing water of the spring of Tildoron. Sleep has remained with people as a powerful gift that heals the wounds of the bleeding soul.
92.31
With such a sleep as on Emani fell in those days, no one ever dreamed of after that.
92.32
However, the evil and extensive deed of Sïrdi was not forgotten. In the days of the Emano'lipastindin, the wrath of Tildo against Sïrdi was powerful and immense, as it had never been before, nor will it ever be.
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With a ferocious and pitiless voice, firm in its foundations, Tildo called together the legions of faithful warriors of goodness and purity.
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Great was the rage with them when they dyed their armor in gold, silver, and crimson hues, in the moments when the mighty heroes of those days put glittering helmets on their foreheads, ready for deadly battle.
92.35
The time of a condign retribution has drawn near.