I am quite a quiet man.
For years, I have ran,
From my ambition,
To fulfill my fruition.
The Trick of the Light,
Hiding my Sight,
A nearly ending fight,
I ask you, what might?
To try again?
And then,
Do I have an end?
With a promise, souls I should mend.
Following
Sign up to join the largest storytelling community
or
Story by TrickOfLights
The Sorcerer's Stone - Male Reader...
You are Y/N L/N, an 11-year-old boy who has patiently awaited receiving his letter of admission. When the let...
