EpicEstonian
Milicent is a young and spirited girl originating from the First Realm, the realm of Oni and Dragon. In her world, it's kill or be killed, and she is learning to kill to escape the latter option. Too young to even be let of camp, Milicent suffers fatal wounds from a dragon hunting patrol gone wrong, and as she bleeds out, she gets to have her last heart-to-heart with her mentor Heavymetal.
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Hi! This is my second story to be published on Wattpad, I'm sorry if the wording is a bit off or completely wrong, I rushed to get this finished, and English isn't my first language. I originally wasn't planning on even publishing this, so that may also be a reason why this may seem badly written, and I'm not great at writing angst or sob stories. But I do hope you enjoy, if there are any major writing mistakes, please do let me know, tips are also appreciated!
Milicents description for visual if anyone's intrested:
Milicent has long, luscious black hair with golden streaks running through her locks. She has a bright blue eye, and the signature red eye of the hunters. She wears a loose forest green blouse with a belt fastening it around her frail waist. She has sooty black pants loosely around her skinny legs.
(Some notes: This is apart of an AU so that's why it probably doesn't make sense, Milicent is 5 y/o at the start of this, and is around 7y/o at the end)