Bittersweet
by: Minuial
Prologue
Dream Time, Before the Awakening
I was less bitter then. An innocent, really. No bloodied hands to show the stained show that
lurks inside me now. Of all my kind, I am the most feared and the least loved. But it wasn't always
like that for me. No, not always hated. I used to be loved and cared for by all who knew me. But . . .
that was a long time ago.
Author's Note: If you think I should add more to this prologue, let me know!
by: Minuial
Prologue
Dream Time, Before the Awakening
Author's Note: If you think I should add more to this prologue, let me know!
