A grave sinner, she is.
Broken by bones, broken to the hilt, and broken by her own.
A prophecy far less spoken of, Arlane Florentine is bound by oath to seek revenge for what was stolen from her. Deprived of a life she believed in since childhood...
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Forged through love and mirth,
Red, amber and silver upturned.
Petals so vile, disguised in night,
A heart to shatter, and a hell to disrupt.
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A/N
Hey you,
Though you might be starting this journey with me, god I couldn't tell you what a ride it has been writing the first part.
There's not much to say, except please vote, like, or comment whenever you feel like. It's free, and it'll make my day. I have a tendency to write, and re-write. Sometimes I doubt myself too much to even update, it helps to know someone out there believes in me when I can't.
I'm not a fan of adding Author Notes so excuse me for coming off as a brute sometimes ;)
I hope, Arlane captivates you as much as she holds my attention.
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