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We laughed, listening to the neighbours music, beaming through the walls.
-Lets put on our own music, he mused; I've got a party mix right here.
-Yeah, it's that N.R.G. tune by Tony Carrasco again isn't it?
-1990 aerobic smash hit for you.
Suddenly, the neighbours noise disappeared. But there was yet another tune...
The sound of tranistors. Almost like windchimes, or churchbells. Toned deaf by unarmed soldiers. Awake, but not moving. Underground, but ascending. The sound of history choosing the wrong path. On Earth Two, everything went well. No need for cars cause we learnt to fly.
The real Anglia is shining before my eyes. In my vision Dan and Angel ruled the seas, ruled the world. No ocean could hold them apart. But the crystal ball starts clouding....
I sense danger!
Men in black, like longhaired Berserkers are mounting their longships of death. The Great Heathen Army is on its feet. Rushing for glory, or (as they would say) -Burn all the villages and kill everybody!
Anglia was evil. Before the Bretons. Before the Celts. Before the Romans, Vikings. The evil was there, lurking in the deep of the countryside... A dark shape appears through the fog.. Oh no! It is...!
We move back. Visions fade. In time they blend in with reality, making us see things differently. Things fade. In time, they blend in with their shapes and colours, almost invisible.