My name is Mckarr.
I am 17 years old. I am a caretaker of the orphans in my village. Since I myself happened to be an orphan.
I come to the village everyday to see the bright smiles on each child's face. They delightfully played outside with their friends and respected the nuns through the kindness of their hearts. I never knew what happened to my parents.
Everytime I have to go to my home, the children seemed saddened that I had to go. They knew that I'd be back tomorrow. I usually lived in the woods. It got me away from all of the sounds and sights I heard from the day. It gives me a chance to clear my head. The peacefulness of the forest gave me time to meditate and let all of the energies of the day drain out of my mind, body and spirit.
This story begins on one fateful day. The day the Prince of the Shadow Wielders started a war between the caretakers and mortals.
Let us begin, shall we?
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Love in Darkness
Fantasythis story was a request from Esacpe_Reality. Thank you for your story idea. This is also an entry for next years Watty's.
