epikowl
My hands are plunged in a darkness- I am cursed by my own skin. The sky shines in the scars that adorn me.
One slash, one line for each time I was betrayed.
But there is a story to be told of a boy, an adventure, of triumph and of death. We were the rulers of our own darkness, not heroes, but chaos in a land old and ready to crawl into its bed just one last time.