r mother's face. Shia cried and screamed, but even those were lost in the winds. She was terrified - too ter

strong. Stronger than you think

lovely face turned into sand and

night sky as more and more tears rushed down from her face. Her silvery flowing hair clung to her face as she subdued her sobs and fought away the tears that flowed so generousl

found her awake from her nightmare once more. But then again, they had been beating her every night since they captured as her nightly screaming and thrashing would cause a ruckus, so even they must be

hunger, the weather changes, and the need for good hunting tools and skills. At seven, she had become adept in the arts of medicine and hunting. She can recognize plants and treat any common ailments even when she was half asleep. Her father would j

gigantic blobs of sand appeared. After that came a stench similar to a million rotting corpses. The smell was so overpowering that Shia's body began to tremble and sweat. She felt so nauseous, and she started

d by a purplish tinge of putrid smoke, Shia saw an entity whose face wore a glowing red stone. As the entity approached, the red blood stone gathered more light and everybody came to look

l person? Was it a cursed one just like her? It had to be right? It had to be a cursed one too. Only

kinds of plants magically appear from the ground if she wills it. At that point, his father decide

e in the hands of a Demon King – a king that possesses a power so vast and a heart so ruthless that he will bring upon the destruction of all the kingdoms of the earth with his bare hands. When some people began to miraculously gain

can grow pretty flowers become the pawn of the devil? That was the very reason why the whole family left their small quaint village in Tightwater. Her father could not risk his child, his firstborn, to be reported to the Imperial Palace and be slain just because of a stupid prediction. Moreover, he made sure that no one would be able to harm her without risking his or her life. From childhood, he trained Shia as well as he could in the art of fighting –

did not have any other friends nor were they able to stay at one place for fear of Shia getting caught. They had to conceal their identities and forget any kind of comforts just to keep her safe from the grasp of the army and the king who believes in curses. And now, beca

o witness all of their deaths? Why didn't she just die with them? In her heart, she felt she deserved all of it. Her family had long suffered because she was born. Now, they had all died a

orm – person or not - I will kill you. I will kill you a thousand times over and bury you in the sand. And then, I will go for the neck of your bloo