Deomaximo Stories

Serenity was unknown to her. She endured as the flames of hatred burned still in her scarred heart. The solemn voice of the rustling wind was the only thing that comforted her. "That book lied to me. I am meant to be happy? What now? Ah. It's a fantasy book." Death was her dream peace. "You can't die." Until a stern, yet undeniably soothing voice welcomed her ears.