Survive

Deadly Scient, Calm before the storm. Feet Pounding. Wind blowing. Blackness.

Thats me.

Born in a timeline of War. Of blood soaked battle grounds.
Of Kids being killed because they speak out turn. or because they have parnets who fight on the loseing side. The wrong side. I, am a child living alone with my friends.
Sword
Knife
Gun
Medicane
And Of Course,
Bell. My beautiful black poodle.