The Lunar light hugging me, whisking me to sleep, knowing my father will always be with me.
(End)

The moon granted me the comfort of my father. The spirit of my father shall always be with me, in the gentle nights embrace. Stars twinkle in the deep blue sky, its gradient only enhancing the beauty and comfort. My father is always with me, as the night is with the moon.

“No matter what, I'll be there for you my dear. I know times may be hard, and sometimes I may not be there in person, but my spirit and soul will always be connected to you. As the moon is always there for its sun.” These words carry the weight of the suffering I feel off me.

Staring into the Moon, I think of my father, already feeling his absence. Yet, no matter how much the pain hurts, I feel comforted. My mind is racing still, but yet it slows down, feeling my Fathers graceful and gentle touch. The last thing my father said to me now echoing throughout my being.

Suddenly, in the middle of the pain, the torment, I feel someone’s gentle touch. Glancing up, I see who it is. The Moon extended its hand towards me, comforting me when no one could. Yet, this feeling isn't new to me. No, it’s all too familiar.

my hair I rush out of my chambers and out the manor.

My mind buzzing, my heart racing, my breath rattling. One foot suddenly caught and my body fell onto the cold dirt. Screaming in pain, both mind and physical, I continue to be consumed.

I begin to tear up, knowing of the cruel fate that has befallen onto us. The emptiness is beginning to consume my heart.

I retire to my chambers, clinging desperately to my sheets. My eyes are pouring like a waterfall. In a rush of emotions, needing some kind of comfort, the wind gliding through

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protect and reside within. A warmth fills me internally, but yet with a heavy heart I ask only one thing.

Is this truly right? Were the sacrifices needed worth becoming a lord?

With a heavy heart, I grasp my blade. Blood, tears, so much more dripping off its used edge. Reassuring myself, I cling ever tightly onto my weapon, facing the lord whose time has long passed.

I sit upon the throne of which I earned. Looking up at the golden beams of which I now (con)

always protecting those he loved. A witch who wished to remove the cruelness of light, with the gentle touch of the cold moon.

It pains me to commit these sins. I must remain focused nevertheless. For once I attain Lordship, I will no longer allow that suffering. (Con)

who lay on my path. These battles always hurt. A broken mother clinging onto her breathless newborn. A friend whom put his value in dying as a true warrior. A sister, plagued with incurable suffering, wanting her brother to be safe. A lion-hearted lord whoms mind was lost, as his soul remained,(con)

grass against my hand waving towards its almighty strength. The air tasting refreshing, the wind against my skin invigorating.
I rise to my feet, ready to start the warfare, to become the champion of gold.
I raise my blade, slicing through the thin wind. Slaying all the miscreants and heretics (con)