I stare into the lifeless eyes of my father, more hollow than they ever looked. I failed to save him. Failed to save us.
"Dad", i whisper, my voice sounding strained from all my sobs. I hope that if I keep calling him, the light that has been shining in his eyes only a few hours ago would return.
But it never did.
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A war of flames and memories
FantasyLiving in a world where you were either born as a nightwalker or killed as a daywalker isn't something that everyone would call a dream life; Donella lost her father at the hands of the king of Eldoria and will do anything to avenge him. Will her pl...
