I buried her on the edge of the lake, one of the tallest trees in the area marking her grave. I carved her name at the base. I took a moment, just staring at that name. I didn’t know what to do. I just needed it to stop. Grave after grave after grave. Scarlett wasn’t the first of those I cared about to be put under ground. Time and time again. Be them princesses, warriors, or servants. They all died. I got tired of burying my friends.

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I replayed the events that led me there, what ifs running through my head before a voice inside of me put a strict stop on those. The same voice as before fought to be let out. I didn’t know what I would do. I didn’t even know if I could find him. Not that I cared what happened. I just wanted to see blood. So, I listened to the voice fighting inside of me. And I welcomed it gladly.