Peace is something I have been long forbidden,
My heart turned cold by the deaths, and the time.
The first,
Struck me deep,
So deep,
That the wound still flows,
But only a little,
So that there is ice around my heart.
The one who I was closest to,
Died...
But she is immortal.
My sister,
My confidante,
My blood,
Now completely opposite of me.
Rachel.
And my father,
And others,
Lost by time,
And I am here,
Alive,
Cold,
Near to alone.
No...
I am alone.
And have been for centuries.
The shadows,
Weariness,
And time play with me.
They always have.
Circling around me,
Suffocating me...
Though I am already suffocated.
It feels as if my heart no longer beats.
So, now, I am sent to kill the kind whose blood also runs through my sisters veins.
We both hold such power in our hands.
One dark,
One light...
But truly thrown in between...
I saw it in... my sister's eyes.
Dead.
Cold.
Black.
Eyes.
Voids that hold power, soullessness, death, and... I thought I saw despair.
On both sides we are cold,
But on mine, you must always be alone.
Alone.
That word, roiling around in my brain.
I cannot escape immortality, or loneliness...
But most of all,
I cannot escape my sister's death.
Rachel.
Risika.
...I cannot escape...
She died for me,
And became my biggest fear, my largest hate...
And formed my prevalent ache.
I cannot escape her death.
Peace has long secluded me.
Since Risika's death.
a/nconfused? i'm leaving it up to you to figure it out, based onwhat you think of it...