They say love is for everyone, that no matter how you are or who you are, love comes to us all. 

But-
Just maybe- 
Maybe it's not true.

I hope I'm wrong. I really do. 

But I'm a slave


Love is dangerous, the most deadly weapon ever known to man. It has turned great kingdoms to dust, brought down great kings, heroes, great men, to their knees. But it's so beautiful, how can something so beautiful be so dangerous?



If you could make me fall in love with you, then I'll be a fool in love. But would you love me back, would you value me?



I'm just a slave.

The Slave

At the sight of a new rising sun, the mother god shall walk this earths again, with the eyes of the unseen and the head of man. Seeds shall fall. Each so strong that just one alone shall destroy two realms from the time the birds closed and opened their eyes. So powerful that one would be a fool not to fear them. 


Biana sat in one of the three libaries in this fathers mansion, with a book in hand that looks as if it's in its last days. She groaned in fustration and anger as steerd at the dying book in her hands. At the sight of... She had read this words thousands of times, but no matter how much she read them, the answers she seeks was never found and the meaning of these words where never known to her. 


Chapter 23