From the furnace, the One shall come,
When the hour draws near, a Savior will be born,
The Saviour of the Seven Races,
The hope of the world,
Old things will pass away and a new erra will have begun,
Followed by twelve faithful pillars,
One shall crumble and fail,
Through pain, sword, and fire, the end will draw nigh,
In trust and song they will ride into battle,
A halo on the head,
A banner of a lion and a lamb leading the way,
At the hour of dawn, the Saviour will be vanguished,
Tears and ash on the battlefield will fall,
As new life is birthed,
As the heart of a lover is crushed,
Eternally alone till death brings him,
To the very right-hand, the hand holding his tears and soul,
"We are all meant to die just once, but apparently, that is nothing short of a lie. A fake reality that we are taught in adolescence. When I learned that truth, I lost everything. ፈᏗᏁᏗᏒᎩ When you calmed my mind, you changed me and took the last thing from me that I had. Now I am alone in this world a victim of its unending cruelty. All of you will learn that. When you do you will wish that you treated me better while you had the chance, "
This is not a romance novel. Do not think this is a romance novel.
The sequel is thought.
Not all mobile devices will be able to show all the text accurately as I use fonts as a conveyer of mental health.
Warning
Every warning you can think of. There will be gore rape torture and what is worse.
Also, I make stories by writing the story plot and everything, and rewriting it to fit in the small details. The chapters all the final ones but the story itself has been finished.