On no I'm back, I'm almost finished typing up my mousse story but I decided that you people have been waiting patiently for so long that I had to put something up for you. This story has been sitting around for, forever and was originally not written as a fanfiction but has been converted into one. I'm only done the first two chapters, and they need to be beta'ed but I need to find one so I'm on the look out.
Warnings: Character death (S), Violence, Torture, Rape, Swearing, and more to be added latter (not necessarily all in every chapter)
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Frozen tears and Frozen hearts
Chapter1 Prologue
The small village was shrouded in mystery, the large towns rarely ventured into it. Mountains scraped the heavens with their towering peaks, and forests so thick as you ran threw them your skin would be pealed of you tired and dirty body. Tales of mystical creatures that lay in that forest were spread about the world, yet no one had ever seen anything that prove the Tales were not that, just rumors. No one would travel the dusty beat up road that was the only way to the village called Fanelia without a good reason. But today a rider was pushing his weary horse down that dusty road, about to bring news to a family that would shatter their world and break their hearts.
Senthian hated this part of his job, every 15 years he would have to ride to a town or village and tell the people residing in it that the next born child would be the next offering to the gods, and the next 15 years of his or her life would be pointless. Most parents of the "chosen ones" would abuse or isolate their children so that it would be easier to see them die. But few throughout the history that this tradition had been going on decided to love their children despite the fact that they would soon die.
Senthian didn't know which one he preferred, knowing that the child was abused its whole life or to hear the mothers screams of pain and horror as the child they loved and raised was slathered in front of them.
None the less it had to be done, and this time the chosen village was Fanelia.
Senthian kicked his horse in the flanks, pushing it forwards into a heated canter. The Village was laying before him the valley between the mountains. Peaceful and still oblivious to the messenger of death that would shatter two peoples life's forever coming down the dusty, rarely used road.
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Happy sounding eh? Ok I know sarcasm isn't appreciated but still it sounds dark even to me, this fic is going to relatively dark so theirs your fair warning.