(( I'm hoping this will be a great new series. I had tried to get this story going once before and it didn't go well. So I'm trying it again, but better. Hope you enjoy ^^ ))
I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty cruel place.
My heart has been removed and my wings have been torn off.
I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty cruel place.
My body is full of scars and I devoted everything.
My mom sang that to me a lot when I was a child.
She said it was her story.
It was about how she had a tough life growing up in war torn Tokyo.
I remember her holding me close as the bombs fell and she whispered in my ear
"Luka, my love, stay strong. You will make this world anew. You will save everyone."
I used to believe her.
But then her song became my own.
Growing up in war torn Kyoto.
I lost everything.
My family.
My friends.
My life.
