Ember in the Dark

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ld and crimson. I looked at his soulless body scared. His still eyes on me, I know he is dead but I'm still scared of him. His voice still echoes in my m

will stay hungry for blood and that your hands will never be of any color but red. May death will be yo

he day my family was slaughtered at th

I should get away from here before another elf finds me. I've been on the run from three months. My family was slaughter right in front of me as a punishment for me as a lesson for t

me the stories of the war and world before war. She used to say that the world was filled with joy and happiness. There were no territories, no kingdom, everyone was free. The Gods were happy and the world was at peace until the darkness came ruining the peace of world. That's when gr

hment for disgracing their Gods. When the people gathered around in the court of Gods they asked for mercy. But the Gods ignored their plea. That's when Zaria, the princess of Elves stepped ahead and sacrific

The court of spring. The land of Night was given to witches, vampires, werewolves, medusa, demons, trolls, orc, imp, gargoyles, dementors, serpen

tone. The knife was small but carved better. It had a small holder made of rusted gold and some uneven purple crystals were embodied in it. My father didn't believe my mother stories but I believed in them. The stories were interesting and they made me feel like that I would one day save the world. That one day I would have the power and guts like princess Zaria to sacrifice and there will be a land in my honor too but I was nothing but cow

corated with flowers and lights. My name was written on walls and everyone was singing songs of my name. The feeling was euphoric and I was gay for once in my life I thought I was ready for it but when the time came

ing my mind nub and making me question my beliefs in Gods. We

pening in front of me hopeless and helpless. I can still see the disappointment in my father eyes and my mother's still eyes looking me for the last time. I see them every night in my dreams covered in blood loo

y life and eventually I had to become the monster I feared the most. I became a murderer but it felt good. I can feel it in my bones the feeling making gay and I can feel my blood pumping, each and every cell in my body. I tucked my knife i

cinations more like sweet poison. A single drop of juice causes hallucinations and everything looks good and funny. I've seen many humans here being slaved by faeries and elves. Some are captured and bounded to slavery

ng me and know that I'm weak and easy to attack but is still hiding knowing what I can do to it. I heard

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