The moment I was born my parents knew I would be the one to kill them. I mean, they wouldn't actually know until I was sixteen, but that doesn't matter. I loved them, I really did. I loved them as a dog loves their owner, not with the love that is developed over time, but the one that is implied and expected.
In the simplest form, I didn't really love my parents. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.
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This is the first time I've tried writing a completely original work aside from my former fanfictions. The updates won't be super quick because I work full time and am also a full time college student.
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Fountains of Fire
FantasyAfter a young assassin with the power of flame teams up with an unlikely individual, an alliance is formed that would change her, and the world, forever.
