Smoke and fire seem to be very common in the cats of the untamed wild.
This included me, fire is rare, but it just seems like I attract the rarest of jewels. But also the rarest of fangs.
Fire is destruction, destroying what is old and giving room for new growth.
Sometimes it destroys what is needed for growth.
The fire is a mask, Im young, I don't know what is going on.
All I know is that I cant breathe and my mother is gone.
Later I found that hidden in the fog of the barn was a flickering shadow of death and mystery.
The red eyes seemed unnatural and.... it was.
The figure was from a whole different world, one past even the ancients understanding.
How could I understand it?
I still can't believe that I was carried out of that barn, the reason?
We were alone yesterday.
But don't you worry, what was forgotten was always there and even if not recognized; was always fighting to be remembered.
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Forgotten
Fanfiction"Secure is a funny word.... Nothing is secure, nothing is safe, you will eventually perish and so will your possessions. I guess the only thing you keep secure your legacy..... Unless you're forgotten." ••••••••••• Book One. A short story, style was...
