Prologue

And the tears that bled from my heart stained the street

The voices of many memories brought me to defeat

Surrendering into the arms of hate, and rise again complete

This is the telling of past life bittersweet

 

At my funeral I watched him shed tears of pain, and it made my heart ache. All the choices I made that led me up to this point changed everything. It was tragic, but necessary that everyone believe me dead. In order to fulfill my destiny I can not mingle among human life. I can not endanger those who I hold close to my heart. I can no longer have the normal things in life, as I am no longer normal. I ask myself if it was worth the sacrifice, if the power would consume all that I am.

The End

19 comments about this story Feed