Dear beloved Celestials,
I am the last living on Earth. I know none of you can read this because you have all faded and soon, so will I.
I have married a human. His name is Clark Nightclaw. He is kind to me. I told him everything. If I was going to be with him, he had to know the truth. He knows everything, about the Celestials and Divines and the civil war. Thankfully, the Celestials didn't live to see the day that our kind is hunted. Unfortunately, I have.
My good news is that I am happily married with my first child on the way.
Your Beloved,
Ingrid Lightborn
YOU ARE READING
Relentless
Science FictionCeleste has taken on the adventure of her life. Learning about her intriguing past, she has a hard time coping with her revelations as she is thrust into a civil war that sends her running for her life afraid from the fight. She is thrown threw...
