My hands slid across the wet ink i had just placed in my journal, i could barely function with the overwhelming guilt i felt on the behalf of Cassandras betrayal; ever since she took the moonstone the world felt colder, out of place, and unbalanced. I struggled to maintain a steady grip on my quill as i dipped it into the ink and slid it across the page, ever since she left the sundrop stone has become distant towards me; like something was missing. Ive also been having strange dreams to say the least, the all follow the same formula. It usually starts wuth me in the Corona square, playing with kids or braiding their hair
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The Path of Hatred
FantasyRapunzels fists clenched tightly as she walked towards Cassandra, Cassandra was lost in fear and pain as blood streamed down the left side of her bodysuit ; Rapunzel desperately wanted to feel her, embrace her. But as she walked closer with the soun...
