I am an eagleI am an eagle.A majestic bird of prey that rules over the skies and earth. I am magnificent. From the cold metal sharpness of my aluminum wings to the steady hum of the supercharged engine, from my blue piercing gaze to the twenty-six thin white victory stripes on my tail. I am unstoppable.I am immortal.I am a GOD!I am one with my aircraft. To me, it is no longer a lifeless lump of metal and wiring, of glass and plastic. It is an animate being, an extrapolation of my own self. It is ME.Look sharp. The enemy might be here any minute.And there he is: a small silver cross, floating lazily over the morning mists.He hasn't
the Stone sagaSomewhere, in the Forbidden Mountains, lies a hidden cave. And in this cavern the reigning blackness is conquered only by a shimmering finger of light that shines down from the arched ceiling to designate the most sacred item the world has ever known: the STONE. "Nobody knows how the stone came into existence, long before man ever walked the Earth, but contained in it lie powers far beyond imagination. Allegedly, the Gods will grant its possessor fortune and unprecedented power to rule over the fate of men." 'Or at least that's what the "Archeology & Treasure Hunting Weekly" magazine states. I wonder who wrote the article and what beca
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