Prolog

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Gilbert

There was i time when my greatest concern was being outcast from society for the way I looked.

Thinking back on it it seems like such a childish concern compared to now.

Now as I'm dying, choking on my own blood, sword beside me, demon in the distance, all I care for dead;

What have I left to be concerned about?

Maybe the searing pain from the bite around my throat as I gag on my blood.
My every squirm aches, as smoke fills the sky and blood and fire surround me.

Yet this was all for nothing.

My life flashes before my eyes.

I'm sorry God.

I'm sorry Elisa.

I should've lived my life differently, so please don't make me watch my mistakes all over again.

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