Frustration and anger plagued your thoughts. You returned to your room.
You opened a thick book that sat on your table. Holding it in your hand stretched out your other hand.
"Gather and fly, Aschè Arrow!" You shouted.
But nothing happened.
You shouted it over and over, and with each time less than nothing happened.
You slammed your fists on the table. Anger.
You felt nothing but resentment.
Resentment at yourself for be inept, for not being able to stand up for yourself, for those who pitied you, for those who mocked you, for those that thought nothing of you.
You resented it all.
You threw the book to the floor and collapsed. There was nothing, less than nothing for you.
You eyed in the corner of you room your practice sword. You walked over to it, and picked it up. It felt in your hands. You drew it from its scabbard, looking at your reflection in the metal.
Then image after image flashed in you mind. Each ended with you in a pool of you're own blood.
You heard your mother's voice cry out, "No!" Without a second thought you dropped it before walking out of your room.
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Black Thread (CPN) - Part I
RomanceA cowardly man forced to serve an ancient and powerful Witch. A dark and mysterious woman with magic and powers beyond comprehension. She seeks something almost unobtainable. What kind of path will these two walk? What kind of pain awaits them? Wha...
