The wind was blowing harshly against the house, the shutters rattling and rain beating down relentlessly on the small roof of the cottage.
Mother Nature herself was grieving with the loss of the light. The light of the mans life, the thing that kept the voices at bay, the blood thirst.
Nothing would fill the hole in the mans heart, he would try and fail with many other people only cutting deeper into the wound. And for many years the man neglected himself, not just himself but his duty's as a person.
Her.
Her cries, wails that could rival the weather itself. Only that sound could snap himself out of the deep coma of sadness he wallowed in. The small tug at his heart that he had a life to care for.
A purpose.
"Safrina." He whispered.
His blood red eyes carefully watching the child as she grew, he watched. He watched as she became more and more like her mother. He saw it in her eyes.
The light blue eyes fighting with her soft pink skin.
He saw it in her nose.
The way it curved up slightly, how it was rounded softly giving her a button nose that he would see flare when she was angry.
He saw it in her ears.
The way they flicked up and curved like a elf's, the way they got a deeper pink the farther up they went.
He saw it in her heart.
The way she was kind to every soul she met, the way she would put her life on the line to save anyone, even people as cruel as himself.
Everything about her screamed his wife's name.
"Safrina!" The last and first word of his new life.
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FanfictionQuin·tes·sen·tial /ˌkwin(t)əˈsen(t)SH(ə)l/ adjective representing the most perfect or typical example of a quality or class. - • ~ - • ~ - • ~ - • ~ - • ~ - • ~ - • ~ - • ~ - • ~ - • ~ - • ~ - • ~ - • "Safrina" The first and last words of a new beg...
