many moons ago - mary macdonald

⋆ ⭒ ⋆ ✧ ⋆ ⭒ ⋆ before the rise and the fall, before the grief and the despair, when death was still a faint frail light gleaming weakly at the horizon of life, when war was just a game, there begins our story. because before everything fell apart, there was a little girl hiding behind a library, whose adventure was abo...