A/N this is my first publishing that is not poetry helpful and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated
Hope is a fickle thing. Praising you and and making you feel like your on top of the world, like nothing could hold your back nor strap you down. Then the next day you let go, just for one moment, just once and you will fight a battle just to taste it once more. The lost hope leading you down a prickled path of misery an despair. Swallowing you into it's endless depths never letting you go.
I am Tallamock and this hopelessness has taken over my people, over my land, and over my family. It took over when my mother was killed, assassinated, my father was the first to fall victim on this large scale that has almost wiped out an entire kingdom. I am the only one left I am the last flame as I'm more commonly known, and this is my story.
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Celestalis : The Lost Hope
FantasyThere once was a prosperous land, full of beauty and hope. But that all changed one day when my mother the queen got assassinated, and the land lost hope. This is my story.
