A beautiful day, no? The sun shining and the sky clear, the breeze crisp and the animals chirping and squeaking and roaring happily. It would've been such a lovely day. If there wasn't so much blood on Sophie's hands.
Kenric. Brant. Calla. Vespera. Umbra. Yegor. Just to name a few. All mostly innocent people whose blood is on a young girls hands and who's deaths plague her mind every night. She's sick of it. No matter how far she runs, she can never outrun the pain and misery she's caused. All of those deaths are Sophie's fault to some degree. Its like a weight, a curse, weighing down on her every waking second. She can't even escape it when sleeping.
Maybe a whole new life with the one friend of hers who literally feels her pain will be her escape.
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Thank you for choosing to read Creatures of the Outer Lands (I will be referring to it as CotOL)! I know this is just a prologue, but I'm planning plenty for this and I'm really grateful that you chose to read this! This might not be the best, since the best thing I have ever wrote is a shitpost/crackfic about two gay daddy issues having lil fellas, but I will be trying!
Goodbye!~
-Author_Astray, or you can call me, Rosalie!
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Creatures of the Outer Lands
FanfictionSophie is so sick of it. All the secrecy. All the death and destruction. All in her wake. The Black Swan's wake. She can barely manage with the burden of her very existence. The Black Swan created Sophie Foster years ago, before the Elven World and...
