Of Embers and Ashes

Her.
Light cream skin, white as snow. Jet black hair, flowing smoother than water.
Her.
Tall, thin, graceful, possessing beauty like never seen before.
She was graceful, she was young.
Ethereal.
Her.
But I remember.
Eyes sharper than glass; soft, silken, and seductive words flowed from her lips like honey.
Lies.
Her.
For what she did to that lonely, trusting, girl she kidnapped from that dirty orphanage.
She broke her, her innocence, her world, her hope.
She twisted her into someone, something else.
And that girl, she made a promise.
For what she did to that girl, for what she did to me, one day, I will find her.
And I will kill her.
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Irnara;
Fierce
Loyal
Brave
Warrior
Dangerous

This is my story.