Prologue Part 1


    A boy of teenage year looked down at his doom from atop a chilly spire, his clothes were ragged and torn but his eyes that were usually filled with the most vigor, were quickly turning hollow as his thoughts circulated in his mind. Do you need to do this? This is a cowards way out! There is too much in this world left for you to do! So much to learn and so much to discover!


    Prologue Part 2


    Prologue Part 3


    This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.


    Even as I dream of this very memory every sleeping night,


    only wishing to forget it at the break of day,


    to become numb as my hands shake in order to wipe clean the blood of my frail hands.


    Oh so worthless and prideful I have been,


    too much,


    should I go to hell now,


    I would not oppose such judgement,


    Even as I dream in days of such a happy ending to come.


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