Literature
Bloody Drops (CE)
To this day I continue to ask who I really am, even after the loss of my mother and father, even after I joined and quit the guards. Who am I? I am a monster but I hate harming humans, I despise it. Why must we be at war?
I have that same dream every night. The murders of those three children. The first one is the soul of this child, they had a sky blue soul. A beautiful soul it was. The child was even more beautiful.
A young girl with a blue dress, she almost looked like a princess. She had a toy knife, and she was tough. Light on her feet and quite patient for a princess, guarding, slashing and jumping around those purple walls