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

It was everywhere, it was everything, it was me, I was pure and innocent, it was utterly disgusting and irritating, the sound of white was sharp and monotonous, bland and dull, it was no different from the rest but slowly I heard the sound begin to change, it became daring and the tempo matched my increasing rapid heartbeat 


A speck of black appeared and began to slowly and intricately weave it's way into the contours of the white and I almost growled in ecstasy as the tendril of black made it's way to me rooting itself deeply into my already blackened soul, yes, this was power, black was wild, not afraid of the boundaries, not afraid of being alone infact black was the lone wolf, it shone brighter alone and soon it became clear that black was me. 


CHAPTER SEVENTEEN