Book I: Hidden in the Past

• Before I begin our tale, I would like to thank you for being here and for giving my stories a chance. Within my pages and stories, you'll find yourself around colorful characters, some may steal your heart, while others you may wait for their demise. Some you may cry over losing, some you may celebrate. • This is my first time putting anything about my writings online. Please be patient with me as I update the chapters. If I go back and edit them, I will make sure to post a notification. • If you're interested in me having a p*****n for updates, or just somewhere I can hold updates or talk with you.. Let me know in the comments. • Disclaimer: Every character that is in my stories is fictional, every country, every landscape, the entire story is fictional. If there is any similarity to a person, place, thing, event, or timeframe, it is by pure coincidence. • Some of these stories that I post have been things that I've kept to myself since my school years. I haven't looked at them in years, so the grammar may be a bit rough, along with some of the details. If you're questioning 'Then why post them?' • My answer is simple: Everybody starts from somewhere, and if somebody sees growth and a community willing to help and give feedback, it may give them the courage to tell everybody their tale. The world is harsh; don't dim the light of somebody else. Help bring their flame to life and illuminate the world. ♥ - Lillian Loveless - "We would've looked for you no matter how long it took me, no matter how many clans and tribes I had to tear through. We knew you were still alive; we knew there was a reason we never felt the link. We weren't going to stop until we found an answer. " I looked right into those eyes that seemed to melt into a comforting shade of darkness that reminded me of a happier time. When visiting somebody, it meant love and hot chocolate; it meant being greeted with cheers instead of screams. It reminded me of everything I always wanted: love, comfort, happiness, and belonging. (Merissa!?) I heard the whisper of my name in the back of my mind, giving me a moment to question before I felt his hand slide up to my cheek... [Taken from my personal notes]