𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒕𝒊-𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐

It was a deathly dark and silent night,
the only thing you could hear was piercing sounds of clashing swords and screams of women praying for their children.
In the middle of that battle, that slaughtering, a child was born, a daughter. A daughter with the most beautiful lilac eyes and the fairest complection, a daughter on whose head rests a bunch of silverly white locks.
The moment she was out of her resting place for the last 9 months, she was passed to her mother, the woman of great beauty.
Her mother, with her last strenght, whisperd a girls name into her ear

"𝑉𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑎..."