In Traverse Town a figure stood. A small breeze blew and moved her long blonde hair back along with her deep blood red cloak. Her pircing icy blue eyes stared down. She was leaning on a large sword. The hilt was normal and wrapped in brown leather, there was a small red jewel at the end. It was jsut like any other sword, only no one knews it's secrect. Just this girl. As the wind blew her cloak you could see her clothing. A black halter, jeans and black boots. If you looked closely there was a small heartless symbol on her left shoulder blade. But it was only small. It didn't mean much, she had worked for the darkness but not anymore, but she was still marked. She sighed heavily and looked up. Her world had been destroyed and she could never return. She had been wandering for almost a year now looking for a place where she belonged, but alas, she couldn't find a home.
Her father. Her father had destroyed her home. She had so much anger pent up in her agaisnt him that the darkness in her heart festered and grew. She wanted it to stop, she wanted th darkness to go away. But she would never acchieve that until she forgave her father and he accepted it, but he couldn't because she had killed him. She killed him thinking that it would make her feel better, but only made her feel worse. She had used this very sword she was using for support to kill him. She called the sword Musica.
She sighed. The past is the past, and she couldn't change it. But she wished she didn't do what she had. She was just wishing she was dead. That was how she sustained the wound she has. She has also been looking for a place to die. She was just tired of living and... well... everything. She could tell the darkness was coming back but even stronger this time and she didn't want to be a part of it agian. No, not this time. Never again.
Her father. Her father had destroyed her home. She had so much anger pent up in her agaisnt him that the darkness in her heart festered and grew. She wanted it to stop, she wanted th darkness to go away. But she would never acchieve that until she forgave her father and he accepted it, but he couldn't because she had killed him. She killed him thinking that it would make her feel better, but only made her feel worse. She had used this very sword she was using for support to kill him. She called the sword Musica.
She sighed. The past is the past, and she couldn't change it. But she wished she didn't do what she had. She was just wishing she was dead. That was how she sustained the wound she has. She has also been looking for a place to die. She was just tired of living and... well... everything. She could tell the darkness was coming back but even stronger this time and she didn't want to be a part of it agian. No, not this time. Never again.