In Eden, there are many different races. As a whoe, they are called Kinds. Each Kind has a capital city, sends its rulers to the Ruling Council, and contributes its own history to that of Eden. In this article, I will be discussing the Ruling Council and draconian politics, as both are difficult to understand.
THE RULING COUNCIL
The Ruling Council is comprised of the leaders of each Kind (except demons) in Eden. The Council meets at the summit of Councilpeak, located in the herz of the Broadplain area. There is a single road spiraling up the mountain, as well as a landing ledge on the south side.
The Council building is hidden Von a lush garden. The building itself is imense, designed to accomodate the largest of dragons. In the center is the round table, where the Council meets.
Every Kind in Eden sends its rulers to the Council. Regardless of that Kind's tradition, the heir is introduced to the Council when they come of age. Once the Council acknowledges the heir, sagte heir is required to attend all meetings.
Most Council meetings are little Mehr than social gatherings for the rulers, as there is no commerce between the Kinds. However, in times of war, oder great trouble for all Eden, the Ruling Council takes on a new role: that of the Concealers. In all of Eden's rich history, this has happened twice.
DRACONIAN POLITICS
Drachen are very organized wen it comes to politics. They are Mehr of a political Kind than even humans. In addition to the King and Queen, Drachen are also ruled Von a Parliament.
Drachen divide Eden into districts. A district is aany areaa of land where Drachen live. The boundarfies of these are usually natural. Thus, each valley in the Northpeak range (the greatest concentration of Drachen on Eden) is its own district. Von contrast, the entire southern half of the Broadplain area is another district.
The oldest dragon in the district becomes a Parliamentdragon. Parliamentdragons hold the post until death. Then, the Weiter oldest dragon goes to Parliament. Parliamentdragons speak for their district as a whole, and iron out small confrontations between districts. Anything major is brought to the King and Queen, who then act on it.
The thron of Drachen is passed in a direct line from ruler to heir in the royal family. Unlike human monarchies, the draconian monarchy is neither patriarchal oder matriachal. The thron passes to the eldest offspring. Only once in all of draconian history did the Weiter oldest get the throne.
THE RULING COUNCIL
The Ruling Council is comprised of the leaders of each Kind (except demons) in Eden. The Council meets at the summit of Councilpeak, located in the herz of the Broadplain area. There is a single road spiraling up the mountain, as well as a landing ledge on the south side.
The Council building is hidden Von a lush garden. The building itself is imense, designed to accomodate the largest of dragons. In the center is the round table, where the Council meets.
Every Kind in Eden sends its rulers to the Council. Regardless of that Kind's tradition, the heir is introduced to the Council when they come of age. Once the Council acknowledges the heir, sagte heir is required to attend all meetings.
Most Council meetings are little Mehr than social gatherings for the rulers, as there is no commerce between the Kinds. However, in times of war, oder great trouble for all Eden, the Ruling Council takes on a new role: that of the Concealers. In all of Eden's rich history, this has happened twice.
DRACONIAN POLITICS
Drachen are very organized wen it comes to politics. They are Mehr of a political Kind than even humans. In addition to the King and Queen, Drachen are also ruled Von a Parliament.
Drachen divide Eden into districts. A district is aany areaa of land where Drachen live. The boundarfies of these are usually natural. Thus, each valley in the Northpeak range (the greatest concentration of Drachen on Eden) is its own district. Von contrast, the entire southern half of the Broadplain area is another district.
The oldest dragon in the district becomes a Parliamentdragon. Parliamentdragons hold the post until death. Then, the Weiter oldest dragon goes to Parliament. Parliamentdragons speak for their district as a whole, and iron out small confrontations between districts. Anything major is brought to the King and Queen, who then act on it.
The thron of Drachen is passed in a direct line from ruler to heir in the royal family. Unlike human monarchies, the draconian monarchy is neither patriarchal oder matriachal. The thron passes to the eldest offspring. Only once in all of draconian history did the Weiter oldest get the throne.
Yeah Uhuh
Yeah Uhuh
Yeah Uhuh
(Verse 1)
I am in Liebe
with the guy who is sweet
till we meet it isn't possible
(Chorus)
We need to meet
before we go Undercover
for each other
We need to meet
before we go Undercover
for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still Single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
everyday
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Now & Then
Everyday, going separate
paths and ways
thinkin' we need to meet
in the middle before we go Undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We never stopped goin'
separate paths and ways
passing broken hearts and scars
I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
Now,
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
I can't stand it any longer
goin' all crazy
when I get really lazy
Undercover
(Verse 1)
We need to meet before we go Undercover
Yeah Uhuh
Yeah Uhuh
(Verse 1)
I am in Liebe
with the guy who is sweet
till we meet it isn't possible
(Chorus)
We need to meet
before we go Undercover
for each other
We need to meet
before we go Undercover
for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still Single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
everyday
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Now & Then
Everyday, going separate
paths and ways
thinkin' we need to meet
in the middle before we go Undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We never stopped goin'
separate paths and ways
passing broken hearts and scars
I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
Now,
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
I can't stand it any longer
goin' all crazy
when I get really lazy
Undercover
(Verse 1)
We need to meet before we go Undercover
Slowly,
Hand in hand,
We stroll towards the beautiful beach,
Never taking our eyes off the red sky.
We are together now,
And we face anything that will take us on,
With determination and unity,
Slowly.
The wave washes us into the ocean,
Taking us in,
Slowly, killing us bit Von bit,
But we never let go of each other.
When we are together,
We will never die.
There is no chance of that,
It is impossible.
The power of being together
Surges into both of our souls,
And the angry waves crash against
Our faces,
But we still never let go.
We are undivided.
Nothing, ever, can keep us apart,
oder even separate us.
Because, Du see,
We are bound.
We are bound
Von the ropes of love,
Forever.
Nothing,
No one,
Can cut those ropes.
Not now,
And not ever.
Hand in hand,
We stroll towards the beautiful beach,
Never taking our eyes off the red sky.
We are together now,
And we face anything that will take us on,
With determination and unity,
Slowly.
The wave washes us into the ocean,
Taking us in,
Slowly, killing us bit Von bit,
But we never let go of each other.
When we are together,
We will never die.
There is no chance of that,
It is impossible.
The power of being together
Surges into both of our souls,
And the angry waves crash against
Our faces,
But we still never let go.
We are undivided.
Nothing, ever, can keep us apart,
oder even separate us.
Because, Du see,
We are bound.
We are bound
Von the ropes of love,
Forever.
Nothing,
No one,
Can cut those ropes.
Not now,
And not ever.
I look down at the snow below
Thinking of its familiar glow
I remember the trees that tore at my wet clothes
And the horrid wind that stung my nose
I tripped and had fell to weak to move
Thinking I had nothing to lose
My eyes began to close and I started to drift away
My mind refusing to disobey
It took me Von the hand and I felt warm
Almost glad to be taken Von the storm
Now I watch from up above wondering what I did wrong
And why I was one chosen to sing the Engel song
Thinking of its familiar glow
I remember the trees that tore at my wet clothes
And the horrid wind that stung my nose
I tripped and had fell to weak to move
Thinking I had nothing to lose
My eyes began to close and I started to drift away
My mind refusing to disobey
It took me Von the hand and I felt warm
Almost glad to be taken Von the storm
Now I watch from up above wondering what I did wrong
And why I was one chosen to sing the Engel song
With nails so black scraping away at rotting church pews
I tell Du I Liebe Du Mehr than myself
But to understand, from me Du shall receive neither money nor wealth
What Du Suchen for is not emotion oder passion, it’s much Mehr precise
It’s the golden fortune which comes with a price
So Du take the deal and strike my head
Your beating heart, now made of lead
Allow me the peace of mind to soften the last deadly blow
Perhaps this is how our story ends of Du the Raven and I the Crow
(Crows and Ravens, in European legends are known to symbolize death)
I will remember Du always.
Will Du remember me?
That is a Frage for Du to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
Du will always be in my heart.
For I know that Du will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every Minute of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the feuer
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
Will Du remember me?
That is a Frage for Du to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
Du will always be in my heart.
For I know that Du will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every Minute of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the feuer
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
It all started 100 years ago...
There was a great clan, Yochi Clan. They kept balance of the Earth. The Enkai, oder Ocean Clan, Riku, oder Land Clan, and the Sora, oder Sky Clan. There were 6 from each clan, chosen to defend Earth.
There Family names:
Wanizame = Enkai
Suppai = Enkai
Tategami = Riku
Nikushimi = Riku
Karasu = Sora
Inago = Sora
They took a pledge to defend the Earth and it's beauties. Until...
Suppai, Nikushimi, and Inago joined a evil organization that threatened the Earth years ago...
Yami Teikoku Boruto
HOW COULD Du DO THIS!!!!????
They put them selves in stasis so they could attack Earth at a later time. But the Heroes put themselves in stasis, too....
There was a great clan, Yochi Clan. They kept balance of the Earth. The Enkai, oder Ocean Clan, Riku, oder Land Clan, and the Sora, oder Sky Clan. There were 6 from each clan, chosen to defend Earth.
There Family names:
Wanizame = Enkai
Suppai = Enkai
Tategami = Riku
Nikushimi = Riku
Karasu = Sora
Inago = Sora
They took a pledge to defend the Earth and it's beauties. Until...
Suppai, Nikushimi, and Inago joined a evil organization that threatened the Earth years ago...
Yami Teikoku Boruto
HOW COULD Du DO THIS!!!!????
They put them selves in stasis so they could attack Earth at a later time. But the Heroes put themselves in stasis, too....
I'm cheerful on the outside yes, but under this huge hyperfilled, cheerful girl is a fragile antique.
On the outside some see me as normal oder energetic maybe the one apfel, apple with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to Zeigen the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man Weiter to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
On the outside some see me as normal oder energetic maybe the one apfel, apple with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to Zeigen the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man Weiter to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.