8 years prior to the Red war
The meadow she wandered through was an array of colours. The most magnificent in all of the lands in Casaveka. The flowers were so vibrant against the greenness of the grass. I watched as she skipped and twirled, so carefree. She looked so young as she laughed to no one but herself. Stopping a few times to pick flowers she sought was the most beautiful. As I watched her from the shadows a smile crept its way upon my lips.
Her hair flowed against the light breeze. Long curly strands tumbled in the blackest of waves down her white dress and over her chestnut skin. By the gods, she was the most beautiful creature that I've ever bestowed upon in all my eternal years of life. A life that has seen thousands of births and thousands of deaths and never cared not once. A life that was filled with darkness.
But she, this maiden, the woman dressed white with the most beautiful and riches of skins, she was the one to catch my attention. To care enough for. She is the one I so desperately needed. The one who will shed some good into the wretched hell I've been forced to constantly live in.
A boy joined her, chased her across the field. He paled in comparison to her. Tall and lanky lad. Alsa, they ran around Laughing in the warm heat of the sun. I watched as he held her around the waist, caringly so. She turned and instead of pecking his lips or his cheek or neck, she ran away with the biggest smile. It hurts to watch her with another, happy and so full of life, to have another touch and whisper sweet nothings into her neck. I know my time will come but until then i must stay away from her. I must conceal myself in the shadows of the underworld. Only to be able to see her in her dreams.
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𝐷𝐴𝑅𝐾 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑇𝑆
ParanormalWARNING: This book contains violence, mild scenes, and touches on sensitive topics. You have been warned. A girl who lost a father A soldier who only knows war and logic. A boy how wants to love and to be loved. Love, sex, and revenge is great b...
