en'
as the twin moons cast an ethereal glow over the barren ground below. This world was my prison
e caught between two worlds, and accepted
h an iron grip, ancient and bound by tradition. Full-blooded Serakyns were known for
nity, moments where my compassion and empathy nearly exposed me. They were feelings I could never fully shake, qualities my kind considered weaknesses. I had led a precarious life, always wary of who
suppose that's what they saw in me. The power and the coldness, the force and
stions you could never answer and truths you could never speak. One wrong word could have ended me. So, I closed
that. She was the one person who saw me as something beyond strength and fear. When we were younger, we'd spend hours together, lost in stories and laughter, as if we were the only souls in the universe.
er could cost me everything. She brought out a gentler side of me, allowed
roy me. I knew if she ever discovered it, that bond we shared would snap, fragile as glass. A part of me wanted to believe she'd still look
stant rumble, or maybe it was just my imagination, echoed through the mountains. My fingers clenched, my muscles tensing, ready. May
d rocks. I belonged to no world and yet, maybe I was meant to protect both. The silence broke onl