Art of Heart

Art of Heart

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Gadis itu lebih dingin daripada es, lebih dari angin malam yang menusuk-nusuk kulit, lebih dari salju yang menguburkan gunung. Namun, kecantikannya tidak bisa ditandingkan dengan bunga apapun, kecantikannya yang luar biasa yang membuatnya mau ditaklukan lelaki. Dia lebih dari sekedar pandangan mata. Pedang rapier selalu menemaninya keluar dari kastil, matanya yang tajam, lebih dari mata pedang manapun, membuatnya berbahaya. Siapa sangka, bahwa gadis bernama 'Atolia' sangat kesepian hingga dia harus bergumul untuk mendapatkan teman yang selalu setia. Dia terlalu lama tinggal di dalam menara kastil yang mencakar langit. Setelah keluar dari penjara yang mengekangnya, dia justru menemukan pengalaman unik, menyenangkan, dan menegangkan. Semuanya diawali ketika dia tidak sengaja bertemu seorang pemuda...
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The Before. There was a time before, a time of a great war, a time there were two kingdoms. War rampaged on the heels of jealousy bred by men's contemptuous hate and fueled by their desire to take what wasn't theirs. Two Kings fought wanting what the other had, holding the Bythe's fire at the tip of his knife The King of the South snuffed it out stealing with him the Jewel of the north. I am Bellary. I live with the tales of the before filling my dreams, and ringing in my ears, I am known as the Silent Princess of Loch. My voice was taken from me by force, an assassination failed. Left with the scars of my abusers to remind me and everyone daily. Haunted by nightmares, and faceless voices calling out to me I hide away in the walls of the castle, under the excuse that it's for my protection under the rule of my neurotic father and overprotective brother I have never tasted freedom. My father's constant fear that the men attacked me would be back to finish the job. I was insecure, maimed, and riddled with shame. The itch in my brain that I was missing something buzzed in my brain, there was a fire in my veins that called to be lit. With no words to speak I filled the void with the written word, I devoured the written word like a lioness hunting prey, and studying languages became my lover and I worshiped them passionately. Being a walking ghost among my kingdom, I heard words drifting on the wind, dripping from the walls and floating off of people like a permeating perfume. They were whispering warnings, the north was awakening, the north was angry, the north was coming. The north was seeking, the north was calling Ophelia home.

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