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"When the moon forgets her mercy, and blood stains her silver light,
A child of fire and ash shall rise, born from ruin, named by a killer.
The world shall love her, or fear her. Never both."
foot steps. That was the last sound she heard before loosing her senses.
The whole forest smelled of torture. Dead bodies everywhere. Amidst the torturous scene laid the chief's little princess, like a flower in a barren land she was a pure soul in the land of death.
"A babe, and its alive" a soldier shouted, notifying the attacker
"Too bad, its gonna die" came the deep husky voice of Larc
It was maybe fates play or the god's will that Amaira opened her eyes as soon as Larc held her. One look and Zenich Larc knew he could bring the world down on her knees if it meant she will smile.
"Lo behold, welcome your princess, AMAIRA LARC daughter of Zenich Larc" as soon as the words escaped his lips the little flower smiled and giggled as if accepting her new name and identity. Loud cheers erupted from the crowd welcoming the little angel in their demonic world.