Emma was running away. Away from the pain. Away from the war. Away from the unorganized land that she once called home but she calls true hell. Were she was going is no other than crystal falls the waterfalls and pood were the water lies is like looking into stars. She was going there to die. She was shot with an pistol by someone she once called friend but now calls trader. When she finely gets there she drops near the pool slowly dieing. Why what did I ever do wrong?
No it's not my fault it's not my fault that this world is full of unneeded hate and more death than life that souls are lost to madness day after day.
But maybe I can change that
And with that she dies and her body turns to pure energy the soaked up by the muddy soil and into the pool.
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A dark sun
RandomChildren of a child who died because no one could protect the innocent or keep life at balance so they created there children.
