Under The Sakura

Under The Sakura

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"My clan, The Amareth, were peace-loving people just like all the other clans who roamed the lands of Nephyria. But my naïve self at the time failed to realize what exactly brings peace to a country. In those times I failed to understand that peace usually follows a long period of chaos and destruction. My foolish self thought that peace came without a price, but I soon learned that everything in this world holds a price. A price that is often paid best in blood. My name is Ceres and this is my story, no, this is the story of my people." AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first time writing a story so, please bear with me. I've been meaning to do this for a while now, but I never really had the guts. It's partially because my grammar kind of sucks. A warning, this book contains violent content that might not be for everyone. I hope you guys enjoy my first book.
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Hands held me to the ground. Multiple pairs of hands. Multiple faces. A grinning wolf. A razor sharp smile. Bloody lips. I felt their hands claw over my body like they were digging into my flesh. Nails scraped at my skin, knuckles pressed into my flesh. They were tearing me apart. Their fingers gnawed at me, wanting to devour me whole. Wanting to take a piece of me as they leaned over from above. I watched them push and shove each other, grabbing my leg, an arm, my hair. I thrashed beneath them, screaming, but like always my voice was non-existent. ............................................................................ Princess Serri Bayor, did not expect to find herself wondering through the wild forest of Miran alone at night. After escaping the confines of the palace, the last thought on her mind was death. But now as she ventured further into the unknown territory, she wondered what sort of death she would face. All her life she had been warn of what laid in this lush forest. What these towering trees have seen and witnessed beneath their bowing canopies. Suddenly marrying that hairy pig of a man seemed less disgusting. She wondered if turning back would be too late. Would her father kill her upon her arrival or would something else take her life and send her head back on a spike? Follow along as Princess Serri ventures off into a teaming forest filled with hungry killers, tempting eyes and twisted fates. Be forewarned though. This is no fairytale of a story.

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