Power is intoxicating, power is greedy, power is destructive, aeons ago,power was given to one who was trusted beyond measure, and the trust was broken, a dynasty was lost and a family was seperated, soon this family was forgotten and a new generation was ushered,things were going well until I came along, the god that was never supposed to exist, the last one of the forgotten one, they call me the daughter of Zor

Daughter of zor

This place was beautiful, it was so peaceful and tranquil when I first woke up to it but everything had changed, even the strange man had changed, his features becoming more pronounced, he became sexier by the minute and his eyes, once black and cold had turned to a stormy grey, when I asked him about it, he simply shrugged and said his glamour had worn off leaving me more confused than ever. 


Worst of all the changes was the change that had taken place in me, there was no way to put it rather than simply saying that I was cold, my new found power was acting up, worming it's way deeper into my soul, blackening and snuffing every light I had in my heart. 


CHAPTER ELEVEN