I Will Not Break
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There are monsters in this world, beasts that wish to tame you and if you're lucky they won't find you. However, I wasn't so lucky.
My life was forever changed by my mother's corpse and a new master.
I was a slave to evil, and my own kind wishes to destroy me but chained and tortured I will not cease.
Hope is alive, and it's living in me.
I will not falter; I will not break.
Author's note: I wrote this book when I was in middle school, and I have not touched it much since, but I have left it up for other's enjoyment despite it's imperfections.
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