

LoveOne word that no one understands We say we are in love, but, are we really? Sometimes... I wish love would go away,but, if it did, would anyone notice? Probably not, after all, it is one word that no one understands.Love


A Woman Named DeathIn a time where magic ruled, and Kings and Queens ruled nothing, death was an unknown. Life was forever, until that fateful day, when history changed forevermore.A Woman Named Death
A small girl, no bigger than the thumb on your finger, with her long ebony hair laying over the spine. Dark eyes piercing through open nothingness. Long journeys her life has been, ever running from the magic of Death herself.
Death, a beautiful woman, dressed in white robes, sashes of rope tied ‘round her middle. Golden chain lay cross her breast, pendant of black hung from it. More magic was contained in this pendant than all of the world’s combined. The
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