Bittersweet

by: Minuial

Prologue

Dream Time, Before the Awakening
I was less bitter then. An innocent, really. No bloodied hands to show the stained show that lurks inside me now. Of all my kind, I am the most feared and the least loved. But it wasn't always like that for me. No, not always hated. I used to be loved and cared for by all who knew me. But . . . that was a long time ago.

Author's Note: If you think I should add more to this prologue, let me know!