Hi everyone! ^-^ You can call me Moon - everyone else does, haha. Anyways, this is my background story on the Huns. I believe they weren't the ruthless killers, like we believe they were. Anyways...enough rambling. Enjoy c:
We were described as ugly; shapeless lumps instead of heads, pin-holes instead of eyes, short in structure, yet fast in movement; our repulsive appearance was describe to be all needed to make our foes flee.
Not only were we putrid, we were cruel, vicious, and beast-like. We were describe with no love in our hearts, our bodies were filled with anger and hatred.
We were described as monsters living in the form of people, yet acting like beast.
Yet he thought differently.
He said I was beautiful and unlike any other. He said my people were not as cold-hearted as accounted for, he said we were merely misunderstood.
He told me he loved me, and I reckon that he did. And our love would have made the world shine bright; like the sun beaming through a cloudy day.
But something happened...a horrid thing; they killed him.
They killed him because he didn't care if our love was forbidden, and he fought to prove love conquered all. But who knew fear and hatred could be so strong?
My name is Vica; meaning alive. Oh, the irony...since the only one I've ever loved died.
Thanks for reading, sorry it's so short...but this is only the prologue. Review? c: