Blurs of viridescence blazed across young Ivy's naive eyes. The City was a melange of white and blue, barren of any trees or vegetation. Her emerald eyes twinkled in awe as a beautiful woman with caramel-colored hair, as her soft singing lulled her to sleep. The veins of the trees pumped solar-colored sap, dripping onto their bronze bark that reminded her of someone she loved-- yet she could not quite remember. Drowsiness took over her tiny body, but a flash of silver - radiating vengeance and death slashed and whistled through the air. Blades came into view, despicably sharp and dangerous, jutting out of like stilettos. Her world was tinted a blood red, and the kind voice that sang to her moments before-- was gone. Gone like the safety she had felt seconds ago. Gone like the love she had just been surrounded by. Gone like her faith in the dark woods.
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THE FALSIFIERS
FantasyIvy Callix can't remember a time when she didn't live with the kind Falsifiers she calls her parents. Her world suddenly becomes a blur of knives and blades when she gets caught by the government and is placed in the trials of perfection to determin...
