(A.N. This is weird, has no plot to speak of and is weird. I already said that, damn it. Anyway, I couldn't come up with anything, so sorry about htqat.)
Rem:
I had been dragged away from many things in my decidedly dreary life. From my home, when my father and March, my sister, couldn't even be buried, their ashes doomed to float on the wind. When my mother was twice giving birth later on. When she died the third, final time. From her unmarked grave by a Summercourt tree growing all alone in a valley of Autumn and Winter.
I have been dragged away from many things.
YOU ARE READING
WHUMPTOBER 2019
FantasyYep, I'm doing Whumptober and NONE OF YOU PEASANTS CAN STOP ME.
