Facing the fate
Hate is a strong word. I needed something stronger as to how I felt towards the world. Anger surged through my body and I felt the need to kill. My glare towards my so-called parents must have been really dangerous because I saw them blanch and I sneered at them. Good for you, you Silas' minions. But then who was I? I carried Silas' blood. I was his daughter. As much as I felt distraught at this some part of me was feeling powerful. I walked to the nearest standing guard and he burned as I looked at him with fake pity. I was enjoying this. I took his sword and flipped in my hand just for the show of it. For a second, nanosecond my steps faltered as I saw them; Kasper, Jayden and Blade. Jayden Wallace, so you were with me for a reason after all. My dad told me how he always had a mentor
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