I sat there in my cold damp cell, wailing silently in misery.
The only things that sat in my heart was despair, anguish, misery and hatred.
I tried to think back to happier times. I tried to think of my mother who always supported me. I remembered my mother told me my name meant kind, gracious dear. She had desired for me to grow kind, fair and strong.
Maybe she wanted the wrong things from me. Instead of become everything my mother wanted I became; weak, cowardly and pathetic. Now worst of all I've started to hate everyone and everything, the epitome of someone who is weak.
Nothing good has ever come to me. Nothing worthwhile has happened to me. I've lost everything and I'll never get the chance to tell her I'm sorry for being so, so weak.
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Black Thread (CPN) - Part I
RomansaA cowardly man forced to serve an ancient and powerful Witch. A dark and mysterious woman with magic and powers beyond comprehension. She seeks something almost unobtainable. What kind of path will these two walk? What kind of pain awaits them? Wha...
