不知道这是什么? 那就先来看看这里--->光能重担简介
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我凭借着我的记忆写下了这些内容 — 有些是我的，但不是全部。这些内容或许不会和事实完全百分百地相同，但最少它们极其接近，况且也没有人会说别的了，所以无论出于什么想法和目的，这都是那个我们称为帕拉蒙的庇护所的历史，与那短暂和平之后的恐怖。
我想起了我的家乡，和一个关于我们终将在某一天看到的天堂的故事 — “一座即使是在黑夜也依旧光芒万丈的圣城”。帕拉蒙并不耀眼，但他最起码是某种避难之处。
我们在一片延伸到天际线的山脉中心定居下来。树木繁茂的山峰像有什么目的一般直冲云霄。那的冬天简直可以用严酷来形容，但那些高耸入云的树木与山峰却将我们的身形与世隔绝。我们也讨论过继续前进的事，冲破一切艰难险阻前往圣城。但雄心壮志聊到最后也只剩下侃侃而谈，我们都想这么做，但是面前的阻力太大了。那些流浪之人来了又走，有些时候有些人会留下来，但是这种情况少之又少。
我们一帮人也没有什么真正意义上的政府，但是有一些大家约定俗成定下来的规则与协议。一些经过了所有人的同意并且由我们庇护所的···额，所长罗根来监督的规则。
现在你知道了······我们曾经没有政府，不过之后就有了。我那时候还小，所以我也不知道这些人究竟在干什么。我记得罗根是个非常勤劳努力的人，但他还是变得支离破碎。主要是我觉得他很难过。又难过又害怕。随着他的手指在帕拉蒙地盘上不断地收紧，有人开始离开了。那些留下来的人们目睹了我们的生活逐渐失去色彩的过程。罗根所能给予的保护 — 从那些堕落者的身上，从我们自己同类的身上 — 让他逐渐变得独裁起来。
现在看回去，我觉得罗根变成那个样子可能是因为他失去了太多 — 他自己，他的家人。但这个黑暗的时代，每个人都或多或少的失去过一些事物。更何况我们之中有些人甚至一无所有。我对我父母唯一的记忆，也只是朦朦胧胧的像雾一般漂浮在我的脑海中，就像白日梦一般，或者一点亮光，就像他们的灵魂所闪耀出的一丝火花一样。但我关注的不是这些，他们很早很早就离我而去了，被那些渣滓一般的堕落者士兵夺去了生命。
帕拉蒙的居民在那将我抚养长大。我称之为自己的家庭 — 自己的家庭 — 那些将我视如己出并且含辛茹苦将我抚养长大的家庭。那时的生活是很美好的。作为我唯一所能体验到的生活来说，我的判断一定有不小的偏差，这并不容易 — 会被那些失去的事物所困扰 — 但我仍然愿意称之为美好。
直到，当然了，它也不是我说的那般美好。
直到两个男人走进了我的世界，一个宛如一盏明灯。至于另一个，他比我所见到过的最为漆黑的暗影还要黑暗。
原文内容:
I'm writing this from memory - some mine, but not all. The facts won't sync with the reality, but they'll be close, and there's no one to say otherwise, so for all intents and purposes, this will be the history of a settlement we called Palamon and the horrors that followed an all too brief peace.
I remember home, and stories of a paradise we'd all get to see some day - of a City, "shining even in the night." Palamon didn't shine, but it was sanctuary, of a sort.
We'd settled in the heart of a range that stretched the horizon. Wooded mountains that shot with purpose toward the sky. Winters were harsh, but the trees and peaks hid us from the world. We talked about moving on, sometimes, striking out for the City. But it was just a longing.
Drifters came and went. On occasion they would stay, but rarely.
We had no real government, but there was rule of law. Basic tenets agreed upon by all and eventually overseen by Magistrate Loken.
And there you have it...no government, until there was. I was young, so I barely understood. I remember Loken as a hardworking man who just became broken. Mostly I think he was sad. Sad and frightened. As his fingers tightened on Palamon, people left. Those who stayed saw our days became grey. Loken's protection - from the Fallen, from ourselves - became dictatorial.
Looking back, I think maybe Loken had just lost too much - of himself, his family. But everyone lost something. And some of us had nothing to begin with. My only memory of my parents is a haze, like a daydream, and a small light, like the spark of their souls. It's not anything I dwell on. They left me early, taken by Dregs.
Palamon raised me from there. The family I call my own - called my own - cared for me as if I was their natural born son. And life was good. Being the only life I knew, my judgment is skewed, and it wasn't easy - pocked by loss as it was - but I would call it good.
Until, of course, it wasn't.
Until two men entered my world. One a light. The other the darkest shadow I would ever know.