Lord death had explained that you had been found in the middle of no where. They found you wondering around saying "ostara' so they assumed it was your name.
Lord death had been examining you for a weapon type. Turns out you were a very powerful sword that witches have been hunting for centuries.
"ostara' was all you could think.
You kept having nightmates of a face. Grey eyes and red/burrnette hair and screaming. Every night waking up in the infermary, drenched in sweat.
YOU ARE READING
I'm falling down into my shadow
RomanceA tear drops from your face into the empty hands that were held out for her. no....she's gone. a tear aventaly goes to sobbing. she's gone.
