JenniferVilliard

Chapter One – Plethora A sword does not kill, the one who wields it does. I screamed awake, drenched in sweat and almost shaking from the nightmare. The scars etched into the flesh of my back burned to life, each healed wound itching to remind me of the past I had locked in the dark depths of my mind. Opening me to the horrors, things best left unremembered. "What is wrong?" A growling voice echoed threw my mind, doing a good job of soothing my nerves with the warm familiarity of it. My eyes locked with a pair of molten golden ones, they belonged to my familiar, my beast, the other half of me. Roarshag had come to stand next to the c