Stories by Unrequited_Evil
2The rude beginning of the man called the Bastard.
3The first whips land on the back of the Bastard.
4Old wounds turn into scars but they can burn in memory.
1His memories begin to fall like tears as darkness settles.
2Hope arises and flames of fury ascend.
3An endless night of warm rain, as sad memories are penned.
4War, and joyous memories it brings of freedom.