Salem. Grimm Goddess. She gave me life. Once I realized what she was, and what my purpose was, I fled. I later met Cinder Fall, a girl who'd been taken in by Salem. I urged her to follow me, and leave. She declined, then tried to capture me.
And I found my semblance.
I called it the Desolate Titan.
Wherever I used it, plants withered, animals collapsed, their life force drained. Water sources dried up. Food could not grow. People eventually died. That land would never return to its original state.
At least, not until I died.
Ever wonder why Salem's castle rests in such a barren place? I did that. You know the worst part?
The Grimm are my fault. And nobody knows that.
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The Desolate Titan
FanfictionDeath. Death is what gave me life. Life. Life is what seeks to kill me. What would you do in my position? Probably not what I did.
