Knives, hatred and blood. Am I leading my people into the agony of grief? What would Father do? My head is wanted and my breath is shallow.. My blood is not a blessing but a curse! It threatens those around me. I.. I must prove to those around me that I am not the child many think me to be, my people shall see me as their lady and not their pet. Doubt... it hangs over me like a shadow ready to swallow me into it's darkness. I am Aellwenn Estellin and I shall make my mark on this world, or let the deep and empty void known as fear take me.
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The fears of a highborn
Submitted by Aellwenn on March 4th, 2014
