Sun_Pika
I was taught that nothing but war, conquest, and ashes flows through Saiyan blood.
For years, I walked believing my existence was a mistake to be corrected-a blemish to be hidden from the world. I lived in the shadows, clenching my fists to stifle a fire I feared would burn everything in its path.
Then came the light.
Not the light of battle, but the glow of a campfire at sunset, the rhythm of an innocent breath, the touch of a hand asking for nothing in return.
This is not the tale of a warrior striving to grow stronger, but of a woman learning how to breathe.
It is the diary of someone who finally dared to let her guard down, discovering that the part of us we deemed 'flawed' was actually the part most in need of love.
My name is Allia, and this is the story of how I stopped fighting against myself and finally began to live.
Warning!
This is a deeply introspective story!
It may feel slow-paced and heavy; it is not suited for those expecting constant action and violence!