| rdfs:comment | - Krios und sein Bruder Valt sind die Herrscher des kriosianischen Reiches, das sie vom antiken Tempel von Akadar aus führen. Die beiden entzweien sich aber über eine Frau, einen empathischen Metamorphen mit dem Namen Garuth. Es kommt zum Streit und das Reich zerfällt. Vermutlich entführt Krios Garuth auf den Planeten Krios und löst damit einen Krieg aus. Dieser Krieg dauert mehrere Jahrhunderte. (TNG: ) Kategorie:Person en:Valt
- Valt was always an inquisitive young girl, sticking her nose into places it didn't belong and only occasionally being punished for her curiosity. She spent her early years devouring every scrap of interesting material that lay in her suburban home, then moved to the surrounding lawn - a small forest ay behind her house, a child's haven. She would spend hours a day there, exploring every nook and cranny, toting her favorite books there to curl up in a soft spot and read.
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| abstract | - Krios und sein Bruder Valt sind die Herrscher des kriosianischen Reiches, das sie vom antiken Tempel von Akadar aus führen. Die beiden entzweien sich aber über eine Frau, einen empathischen Metamorphen mit dem Namen Garuth. Es kommt zum Streit und das Reich zerfällt. Vermutlich entführt Krios Garuth auf den Planeten Krios und löst damit einen Krieg aus. Dieser Krieg dauert mehrere Jahrhunderte. (TNG: ) Kategorie:Person en:Valt
- Valt was always an inquisitive young girl, sticking her nose into places it didn't belong and only occasionally being punished for her curiosity. She spent her early years devouring every scrap of interesting material that lay in her suburban home, then moved to the surrounding lawn - a small forest ay behind her house, a child's haven. She would spend hours a day there, exploring every nook and cranny, toting her favorite books there to curl up in a soft spot and read. But her favorite thing to do in the forest was to sit on a convenient stump and imagine - to create stories of the things that lurked just beyond the edges of her sight. One night, when she was but four years old, she stayed out late at night, staring up at the sky turning from blue to purple to black above the trees. As she watched, softly glowing lights appeared in the branches, then bobbed their way down to the ground to swirl around her. She laughed and clapped, waving her small hands towards the lights, which danced enticingly away. What else could a curious girl do but follow? The lights led Valt through twists and turns, around tree trunks, beneath fallen branches. The path went on far longer than the size of the forest could logically allow... and Valt didn't realize she was lost until the lights vanished and she was left alone in the dark, surrounded by strange noises and towering plants. Luckily, a tall, ephemeral figure with white-blonde hair and kind, if distant blue eyes was there to scoop her up into his strong arms... When she next knew wakefulness, she was laid out on a table in the largest room she'd ever seen. The walls and ceiling were too far away for her to see, and in every direction lay bookshelves that stretched as far as the eye could see, stuffed with books old and new, decaying and pristine. But shadows also lurked between the stacks, with cold hands and colder eyes, waiting for just such a morsel to stray close. And there was no exit in sight.
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