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Wandering Hearts

It is said that one can never defy fate. This notion proves its authenticity as Delaney finds herself caught up in the whims of her decided fate. Robbed of control over her own life, Delaney finds herself torm between feuds between mythical beings, creatures that have little or no regards to her emotions. As an abused child, Delaney grew up mostly detached from the world around her and when she decides to take control of her life, she chooses to be a bounty hunter to make a living and makes her own rules, living her life away from anything that causes her distress. But her world turns upside down as she becomes burdened by a murder accusation which almost causes her her life. At the day of her execution, she's saved by a dragon, to everyone's dismay, and is forced to live her life like a captive as she's yet again robbed of her own life. **** Broken hearts, misplaced souls and twisted minds. Even though our pasts may not predict our future, it will always be part of our future and present. Past mistakes, past heartbreaks, past miseries. They ruin us in a way that we are so scared of endings, that we always end up not beginning. And maybe all we need is a little sunshine. A little flower, and most of all... to forgive ourselves for things that we could and couldn't control.

Valentine_24 · Fantasia
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82 Chs

Unexpected guest.

Despite his irritation and annoyance, Merikh still stood up to follow Azalea out of the room. He was just about to get some sleep after several days of struggling and he knew that he'd have to go for another night and day without sleep.

Azalea walked into Delaney's room without knocking, and what greeted their eyes was Delaney sitting on the floor, dripping wax from the burning candles onto her fingers, while leaning her back against the bed. 

The robe she had been wearing was on the bed and there was no other source of light apart from the candle in her hands, and the one on the bedside table.

When she lifted her gaze to look at them, she saw Merikh frowning, his eyes on her burnt fingers. Azalea was also a little bewildered, knowing it must be painful, especially because she was human.