Hello!
After writing this fiction in English, I finally decided to translate it into English!
I hope you like it!
(Sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language)
Santrarya
- Fuck! Fuck! Fucking hell !
She was running as fast as she could to escape the fire in the house she'd just left. There was no way to save the people living there, it was too late, way too late. She heard a scream of rage behind her and accelerated her run. A huge ball of fire burst into the sky, illuminating the surroundings as if it were daylight, devouring trees, houses, living beings as well as inanimate objects.
- ARYAAAAAAA! GO TO HELL!
She woke up suddenly, in a sweat, and looked at the time on her alarm clock.
Three o'clock in the morning... Too early.
She went back to bed and started thinking about that cursed evening that had torn her heart apart. She had had to make a terrible choice, and she still carried the guilt of that decision to this day. But she didn't regret this choice, despite all the tears it had brought, because she was no longer alone. She had found friends. Real friends who had sworn to be with her until the day they died.
Together, they had rebuilt an extraordinary life, full of laughter, a life she had never been able to live before this wonderful encounter.
Before this guild was formed.
Before Mythic Souls.
Now it was time to show the world that she wasn't just a soulless monster.
-TO BE CONTINUED-