Sitting in the corner of the room
She could not help but think:
My Son
How I wish you were here
How I wish you would help me
But you are not here
You were taken away by your Father
You were taken away from me!
You would have been my weapon
You would have been my blade
I would have slashed my enemies with you
You would have got their heads on a golden platter for me
Oh my Child!
Where are you?
Where are you my son?
You were so young
So naive
So innocent
So pure
When your father took you away
But
But I killed your father sweetie
I sent the fire of Qafar to the village he was in
I killed him
Alas, I couldn't find you
Alas, You father has hidden you away from me
I am searching
I am searching for you my son
And I will find you
I will
And then, you shall be my blade!
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Sitting on a rock
He could not help but think
Mother
Father has warned me about you
But I refuse to believe him
You were so sweet
You were so kind
You could not be the monster
That Father had claimed you were
I remember Father
Taking his last breaths
He saved a whole village
From the fire of Qafar
That had attacked the whole village
He was the Knight in an armor of flames
He is a legend in the village he saved
And Mother, I am searching for you
I shall search and be reunited with you
I shall
And I believe I will~
YOU ARE READING
The Twists and Taste of Destiny
FantasyThis is a story of two warriors Both of whom have known pain Both of whom have been broken and crushed They rose from the darkness sucking it's energy Determined to find light Come with them Read through the book Dance lightly along...
