Pained.

September 29th, 2010 · No Comments · Finding genesis


I have been in the village for days now, in a makeshift camp on the outskirts that houses hundreds of visitors and mercenaries. We begin the assault soon.

I still haven’t seen my father or sister. Even after all these years, the thought of him still puts the fear inside of me. He made me: cold, ugly, heartless and vicious.

I am my father’s daughter.


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