CHAPTER 1
Her face stained red against the snow, barely breathing with a thick smell of lilac. She was only eighteen with beautiful blue eyes that could easily drown you if you stared hard enough, and pale lips kissed by the sun. Such a beautiful specimen or rather, a young woman with the world at her door step. Her mother would have been proud, and her father dead. Though like the circle of life predicted, her life was cut short by my blade. The pity at the time was that my blade was too dull, not enough to clear through her thin throat. If only I would have prepared sooner, if only I didn't have to hear her choking on her own blood. But, l
