This world was never meant to survive with such power. Let alone be able to locate the power source of it all. It had been locked away for a reason.
And yet, when they came that day, they only wanted to unleash it. Raw and unyielding. No matter the...
She used to love the feeling of the sand on her feet, the wind in her hair, and the smell of the ocean.
But now her feet were sticky as they dragged along the shoreline, and her hair was entangled with blood. And the only thing she could smell was the burning fire around her.
"Please..."
The monk behind her croaked as he watched his beloved pupil be dragged away, hanging limply between the two men as they loaded her onto a small boat. He reached towards her, only to feel another opening in his back and more of his blood soaking into the sand. He slumped to the ground, fingers digging into the sand as he desperately tried to pull himself forward towards the sea, a single hand reaching towards the fading vehicle. "She's not-not ready."
His body gave out completely and his head fell into the sand, water washing into his face.
"The world isn't ready.
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****Authors Notes***
Heyo!
This is an original fanfic I am writing that will also be available to read on Archive of our own.
During each chapter, I will be attaching pictures or comic strips that I myself have created.
