My Blackwood System
Rising from the ashes of death, a warrior unworthy to exist was born.
He was born to lead, to be superior above others and ascend to a height beyond the reach of the world.
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How was a child who laid in the wilderness, wounded, hungry, thirsty with his life slowly seeping out of him, supposed to achieve that?
He couldn't think about living past the next second, he was hopeless not knowing what hope even meant.
Life had been unfair and he'd curse it if he had a known language to use, he couldn't speak, unaware of the fact that his lips were supposed to be used.
He knew nothing, and even though amnesia did leave something behind, his left a blank sheet, void of most basic among basic knowledge.
Unable to think about anything, a certain feeling moved all over him, being dense around his heart, and this emotion caused a certain transparent liquid to snake down his cheeks.
The emotion got stronger and he could tell that it was the right one, this was what he had to feel - deep sorrow for his existence was a miserable one.
Slowly, his dark skin turned as pale as it could, with the last of his blood dripping into the red river he laid afloat.
His eyes lost their life as the second flew by, soon he was at the bridge between the living and the otherside, ready to cross over, when a sudden energy erupted in his heart.
By - Xrisma Online•
Xrisma_Online · Fantasi
