The damned
Something Feels amiss Unable to think But whatever you do don't reminisce If done so the future will stink like the past As if you remembered the name you tried forgetting Hurdling towards tomorrow like a mast of fire. It sits down next to you...
Chapter 6: The History of Weapon Mischief.
The mismagius says softly. dead snow raises her brow at her, concerning about what she said. "oh. well, give us their locations please." misstrike nods. "as you wish." then her eyes turn pure dark, leading alro to back away a bit. "whoa.