I've always loved the dark. While people are always afraid that there may be something lurking in the darkness, just waiting to scare them, I've always been confident that I can hide from that something. And when the right time comes... I attack.
In the day, I travel. I am a nomad, and have no place to call a home. At night... When the flaming ball we call the sun disapears and the glowing silver disc that is the moon rises, my power is strenghtened, and I become something inhuman.
Some people may call me a witch, maybe a monster, or maybe even a demon. I call myself a survivor. Face it. Life is cruel, and I survive in any way I can. Even if I have to kill. And I do enjoy killing.
This is a story on the power of shadows, and how light will not always truimph, no matter what you may think.
This is the beganning of my story, The Shadow of a Dream. As I absolutely detest sappy Asian dramas in which the action is slow and it takes half the series for the couple to admit that they like each other, even though they have been meant for each other from the beganning, I wrote this story bearing that in mind.
Hence, the sequence is extremely fast, to the point in which a couple of scenes are a little underdeveloped. However, I can promise you that the romance and action comes in hard and fast. I hope you enjoy reading The Shadow of a Dream, and will read the sequel Remember Me once I find the time to post it. Thank you.