Prolouge

He looked just like before yet I couldn't recognize him. As I looked into his eyes I could see the rage inside him. I could almost smell the hate coming from him to me.

"what do you want now " he asked.
" I need your help " I answered with a shaky voice.
" what makes you think that I will ever help you? " he asked.
" because you loved me once " I said trying to remain strong.

This is the story of Samira and Zion.

Warning : this story will take you to a roller coaster of emotions.