The cold morning, the ice sparkles glimmering from my flashlight make me anxious. What if the black sun doesn't come up?
"Mom!" yelled my youngest daughter , Emarald. "Yes?" " Are you ok?" "Yes, now let me have my beauty rest." She giggled and left.
I watch as he pleads for innocent. So puny. I just take his money. I almost didn't murder . With one touch his life is mine. I call over my betta. I wouldn't want to miss th black sun. As it rised, I watch people across these sacred and battle scarred lands die. It's better than the old sun full of brightness. Distgusting it was! I go back to the castle, but can't help but feel remorse. These feeling are just weird. they say I am special. I think I- *briiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnng*
"Huh!" Just a ? It was so real. SO vivid I swear I felt his life on my fingertips...