Irakion
It was darkest of the night when he thrashed his own daughter's head to pulp... I was horrified...I tried waking others... But everyone was asleep, a strange enigma was forcing them in unconscious... But that spell, it couldn't affect me... for I was the orphan... and I am different.
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Without expression, we became lesser beings. Without a voice we were invisible... with the unnatural deformities, we were ignored... a burden that keeps on repeating a cycle...
He knew what he was supposed to do... he knew what mistake he had done. he tried to dive deep into the red luminous sea to grab what he had dropped... to bring it back, to where it belongs.
With a sudden thud.. the horror erased. He was there at the great empty as before. there is no sea of blood. He held no heart.. the sky.. the ground and the horizon up ahead on the great empty all were pure glowing white.
Suddenly someone hugged him from behind.. tightly.
The blood-stained hands that held him close by the belly and her soft skin and bosoms... he knew who she was...
"Midas"
She whispered in his ears.
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