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For my readers who knew nothing of me, yet welcomed me into their hearts, And for her, the one who opened mine. Chapter One I picked up the quill from it's final resting spot as I finished the dedication. The soft touch of feathers upon my chin stirred me from my usual trance. I could see the ink seeping into the tanned page, my thoughts coming to terms with their new home. The words sunk into the paper like my tired eyes setting into aged sockets. I leaned back in my chair, making the ground groan against its worn, wooden feet. The room was silent. I could never catch the time in that room. Perhaps it was because in there existed mult

 The skid of boots along the floor accompanied by the occasional drip of blood was far from settling. The boy in the mask trudged forward, barely making each stair as he came across it. “That damn brat put up one hell of a fight,” he groaned. With a little laugh, he pressed forward, knowing exactly where his prey was hiding. Heavy breaths escaped his mouth as he reached the top of the stairwell. Greeting him was an enormous, comically magical door adorned with stars and moons. Gratefully, he collapsed against it. Removing his mask was harder than he expected. His body was sore and slowly disintegrating, and blood now caked e

It had been weeks since I had heard from Civil or Aviary. That was okay, though. Percy spent every day with me, even if it meant getting high from the fumes of Alexis and Val's shop. He found my culture interesting, and to be honest I enjoyed talking to him. His eyes glimmered whenever I spoke of my home and my family, and I nearly cried from the sympathy he gave when he heard of my sisters. I loved him. There was no other way to put it. I still do love him, although…things are a little difficult at the time… Anyway, things really started getting heated about three weeks after Civil left. I woke up that morning and wandered into

My entire form tensed. Was this some kind of cruel joke? I took a moment to replay everything in my mind. This man who called himself Sin not only claimed himself as my father, but was emitting a stronger aura than the king himself. My head began to pound. By the looks of everyone else present, I wasn't the only one suffering. Even Nameth had his hands over his ears. Roman cried out, enhancing my headache. "Tha…that bastard's your father?" he wailed. Sin strode swiftly and silently into the center of the room, his polished shoes pointing directly at the king. He removed his top hat, revealing a mane of dark curls. Alabaster's eyes