Prologue- ''Reborn''


    The illumination of the moonlit sky glitters across the desolate lake unbeknownst by others on the bank lies a hooded man shrouded in darkness, a dim lit blade smeared with a faded scarlet leaned on a trunk of a tree long which has fallen.


    Time seems to sway however not a sound rippled nor movement shaped. An isolated lake-side enclosed from the outside world, an immaculate region without impurity aside from its one obscure inhabitant, if one sought in depth the essence of bloodshed would fill their conscience enveloping and corrupting those who came close. The overwhelming aura of death hung like a plagueThe narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    As the clouds begun to part a tombstone kept in perfect condition distinct letters could be observed, “Cynthia”


    The man shrouded in darkness seemed to be in a paralytic trance before finally he awakened dispite his aura his eyes shone a mesmerizing blue


    "Back here again huh, even death can''t stop my torment," Feyspoke


    The seas we’re deathly calm as the sole passenger sailed throughout the vast ocean seeking his redemption roamingunder the vast heavens to break the curse of eternal suffering brought upon him; although through the many years only fragile memories and tragic ends we''re sewn in his trail.


    Will his curse truly ever end?