Shirobutterfly

My poor little heart, please don't cry. I know it hurts I know it aches But it'll get better… I promise. So please don't cry I really can't stand the sound won't you try to smile? if not for me then maybe for someone else? smile for those who love you laugh for those who will always be with you rejoice for the those you have and not dwell for that you've lost. It'll get better my little dear I know it doesn't seem like it but we'll get through it Together. so please don't be sad Because everything will be fine I promise my dear little heart.

Ch.6 The room was dark, pitch black and icy cold. Hush murmurs could be heard and suddenly a thin strip of light broke through the abyss. The light slowly grew revealing a door way to the other room. The light of the next room revealed a large table, one used for important meetings. At the head was a lavish thrown with elaborate and highly detailed decoration carved into it. Sitting within the thrown was Darkflame with a simple crown and long black cape draped over his shoulders, but he was much older and had a knife firmly planted in his chest. He leaned over the table, very much alive, optics knitted tightly as he looked down at a chess b

-Chapter Sixteen- Life as the concering heros was pretty nice. The days following our return my room was flooded with gifts and we were invided to have dinner at a greatful family's house hold everynight. Loshi warned me to not let it all go to my head but of course I blaintenly ignored him. I strutted myself about the house and thought it unfitting for a hero such as myself to do meger house hold chores. This was quickly remidied when I was forced to both cook dinner and clean the dishes afterwards without any help a few nights in a row. Though despite my cocky attitude I still worried about those back in Nisho... It must be horrible to lo