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- Pale, light blue eyes, almost a light grey - Dark, shaggy hair I came from nothing. My mother died from the sickness that swept through the North, and my father was killed with an axe over a basket of bread when I was eight. After that, you can imagine Joe things went for me. Looking for scraps, crouching in alleyways, and praying that the pawns would never find me. I fought, clawed and bled and screamed to stay alive, my body dappling with scars and fresh wounds without ever fully healing. Everything in my heart - hope, happiness, love, wilted away into a desperate, clawing urge to live, even when there was nothing to live for. All that was left was a distant, slowly fading hope that things would change. It was getting fainter everyday, like a wound that kept tearing open without healing over, paining me more with everyday it was broken.
Intro
The fliers came at midnight.
Fresh, crisp papers stamped in navy ink displaying the emporium's newest play - a tragic romance where a king falls in love with a fire spirit who burns him to death.
No date, no time. Just the knowledge that they were coming. Days passed in a blur - most people didn't have anywhere to go, but they tried anyway.
I was walking along a strip of buildings when I felt the ground shaking. My heart squeezed painfully in my chest, and I blindly scrambled behind a barrel as the shaking intensified, pale white columns rising into the air like twisted moons in the night sky.
I was trying to get away from it. I really was. But I somehow ended up in front of those tall, intricate gates, a hand against my injured side, staring up into the spires and domes of what was inevitably my doom.
Some part of me welcomed it.
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Release Date 2026.04.18 / Last Updated 2026.05.05
