1 Oracle Moon of the Frozen Flame (Private/NoKill) Wed Dec 16, 2015 8:27 am
Elin
D-rank
Let me tell you a tale of a small boy. He had shown great promise at a young age and was loved by all. His family the monks and all the other children at the orphanage. Until one grave day, with fragments of the boy's memories in tatters as the explosion that was all that was left of his tragedy.
Several years had passed and seasons had changed, the friends who loved him one by one disappeared and faded into the abyss. His memories became vague and feint as he would lay there living his life which was at the end of its tether. It would only be a matter of time until they found a cure, but the cure had come too late.
It was at this time that the boy held a pen in one hand and a small red note book in the other. He began to write his story as best he could, the story of a prophecy he had heard in a dream. The legend of a fire, the moon and the return of winter.
~Words 181~
Several years had passed and seasons had changed, the friends who loved him one by one disappeared and faded into the abyss. His memories became vague and feint as he would lay there living his life which was at the end of its tether. It would only be a matter of time until they found a cure, but the cure had come too late.
It was at this time that the boy held a pen in one hand and a small red note book in the other. He began to write his story as best he could, the story of a prophecy he had heard in a dream. The legend of a fire, the moon and the return of winter.
~Words 181~