Through the fire of valley, I must walk alone... Into the world of darkness unknown... Where my destiny leads to Fate a glory... To free my loved ones, upon whom... came the curse to be with me... Nor shall Fear will able to stop me... Nor shall Death that haunts me... I was born with a blessing... To heal the Earth a...
The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )
It was Rory’s Grandma that made the two predictions; the day of her own death, and the day Rory would die. Nobody really takes Grandma seriously – that is, until she suddenly passes away on the exact date she’s predicted. In a fit of panic, Rory decides to embark on a bizarre, crazed mission to live life to the full...