One of the most tragic happenings of the world is the death of children.
Sweet, innocent children whose lives have been taken away from them, either by carelessness or by pure selfishness. Children, whose opportunities have been taken away to see the world they have been born to. Children, whose chances at life, at success, at excellence, have been snatched mercilessly away from them, and whose bodies have been left to whither beneath the ground, their pale skin eaten away by microbes, and their soul, pure tortured soul, forced to leave its shell and venture into the unknown.
Unlike adult souls, who have the ability to find their way through limbo, the young, unstained souls find themselves lost among the numerous other souls, vulnerable and scared, unable to understand what is going on. Death is but a mystery to them – merely a word that may have crossed their ears once or twice, but holding no meaning whatsoever. Everything around them is new, scary. There is no mother's shadow to protect them, no father's shadow to encourage them through this entirely new place.
They are all alone.
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Moira ✓
Fantasyeveryone sees the light that the moon shines upon them but no one sees the darkness it hides [fantasy] [sort of fanfiction] [complete] [cover by the lovely @-behindthescenes <3]