I just had to kiss her. Her soaked hair, her wild eyes, her pink soft lips. I just had to kiss her... maybe for the last time. My father has disappeared when the chaos began, but I don't bother looking for him. He'll turn up. My mother is fighting somewhere, and I'm off to my next victim.
She has long red hair a scar over her left eye, her lips red same as her shirt, with black pants and boots. She charges at me but I dodge it and hit her in her stomach, she groans but keep her stance. She gives a another blow, too fast for me to dodge. I stumble as she hits me in my side. "You're almost half as good as my sister." I say, preparing for a rage. She growls and swings her sword, I block it with my own, making her stumble now. She gives another swing, and I block it again, bt this time I cut her... deep in the stomach. She cries with the thunder, scurrying away.
Almost every person on my father's side has been defeated. Now all but a hunt is left for my father.
He will die today... a sad ending for a sad man. How ironic.
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The Fallen Stars
FantasyThis is a story about the descendants of Peter Pan and Captain Hook. When Esme was three, her parents were murdered... now, after moving from foster home to foster home her whole life, she finally found a home. But is it the one she hoped for? Or sh...
