GEARS
- LECTURES 369
- Votes 13
- Chapitres 3
En cours d'écriture8m
Dernière publication lun., nov. 20, 2017
"Destroy it," the fearless leader demanded, "and let us hope its whole purpose will have died with it."
Bishop tried his best to stop them from burning me. Little did I know, this was planned from the beginning that he laid his eyes on me. Now I am to be burned to ashes by the one whom I called my Lord -- the one who I looked up to in times of dire need. That gut-wrenching feeling of betrayal; maybe I did cry actual, watery tears that day... but in the eyes of the armada, it is shunned upon as a careless, human emotion.
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