~ From nightmares in darkness to unknown dreams of brightness. Her wings are heavy, stained crimson from the battles waged. Her heavy wings are ever moving onward in shrouded skies with her trusted blades at her side. When the weight of war becomes heavy, she begins to fall further toward the rising tides. Yet, in order to fly strong, she must fall. The further the fall, the higher one can rise. To be found, one first has to be lost, an experience surely not to be forgotten. The end is the beginning now, a tale woven into the fabric of change. A challenging new path lies ahead of her now. Will the winds of war, or the winds of peace, help raise these lost wings of hers? Mature content. 18+ readers.
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