When The Impure Tainted The Good (Gxg story [Under Edit])

Chapter 1

Third Person's POV

What is life?

Was it supposed to be war? Power? Or influence?

Nobody knows, they're ignorant and foolish imbeciles, finding comfort in lies rather than facing the cold reality of melancholic truth.

How would you wanna live?

Wars, destruction, invasion and even crimes along with their violence scattered everywhere in this land. For what? For so-called power and influence that took the lives of many innocent pure blood.

You wouldn't want others to kill you as you live a peaceful and humble life, so you have to run and run. 

And that's what the little Joanna did, she is a princess, a little young girl running in the cold woods, only a thin fabric of her cloak protects her skin in the freezing weather of the harsh winter.

Despite being covered in blood, staining her purity and causing an acrid stench to assault her senses, Joanna paid no heed. She refused to let it sway her resolve, pressing onward through the discomfort.

"Find her!! Don't let her get away!!"

The sound of footsteps and voices from the men in black echoed through the woods, sending shivers down her spine. The thought of being caught and killed without seeing her mother again terrified her, and she knew all too well what would happen if they were to find her.

Joanna spotted an opportunity, and quickly climbed over a nearby tree, hiding from view just as the men arrived and began searching for her. But no matter how hard they looked, she remained concealed, out of their sight.

As Joanna desperately covered her mouth to suppress the tears welling up in her eyes, the relentless shouts echoed in her ears, growing increasingly loud and frenzied. The words "find her" pierced through her heart like a dagger, each repetition adding to the weight of her anguish. Despite her best efforts, the tears streamed down her face, betraying her grief and fear amidst the chaotic chorus of shouts.

"What have I done, oh good Lord? For me to deserve this..." In her terrified and vulnerable state, Joanna silently prayed. She was just an innocent child, her life still ripe with promise and possibilities. The thought of her own demise seemed unbearable, a cruel fate for someone who had barely experienced the world. Her thoughts were tangled of fear, despair, and a desperate hope that someone would intervene and spare her from the fate that seemed to loom closer with each passing moment.