The Dark Fire(C)

The Dark Fire(C)

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"Dark Fire, the place where a group lives. A place that is under the symmetry of the earth, and this place, no man has ever known. Whoever he is, if he finds out about this place, he will be killed by our group. And it turns out, that's true. He know. She is the person I love. My only wish is to become human. So, I am willing to turn my body into a half human being in order to feel human. Even though the ritual hurt, it was like I lost half my life. But, I've been strong in heart. And it turns out, I did. I became human even for a limited time. From there, I met a man. The son of Adam I love. And by chance, he knows the secret to Dark Fire. Everything he knows. I tried to hide it so that he wouldn't be killed. Because this is my fault. And my biggest mistake is letting my heart love the son of Adam.Dark fire, a place where there is little light. Only one torch lamp from each distance of 10 meters. After that, just install a new torch. My area is indeed dark. We sleep during the day and work at night. Nocturnal, that's what they call it. We are not animals, not plants, or humans. But, we have the same heart and feelings as humans. Only, the world separates our class, and human class. " Dark Fire Princess Note.
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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