If a sun sets, night will fall. If a single drop of tear trails down your eye. A dozen will follow. Inflicting pain un-to yourself is what you might call suicidal. But when I inflict pain unto me, I call it joy.
Twas a time before I had fallen in love. A time before my life took a gradually long jump. A time before I knew how to love.
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My eyes fluttered open. The sight of the early morning sky was refreshing. I wiped away the tears from my eyes. I tucked a strand of red hair behind my pointed ears and stood, gathering my cloak and wrapping it around myself.
Even though I kept ushering them back in the tears still fell. How could I not cry? I had lost my beloved sister just a year back and the hole in my heart still hadn't closed up.
People say that time heals all wounds. But they are wrong, time doesn't heal all wounds. Time makes the wounds much more worse. The wound gets infected and you go through so much pain that you can't take it anymore.
This was what I was going through. I don't know what to do. I'm lost. But there's only one thing that keeps me going everyday. The drive to kill the person that murdered my sister in cold blood.
Only one word could sum up this....drive.
Revenge....
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Mask of My Enemy
Fantasy"I am a high breed you dim wit!" Arilva Faelyr. A High breed Elven huntress who is both beautiful and lethal. Her confidence and smile hold such pure beauty. But her eyes hold a different story. After the murder of her sister, she leaves her family...
