Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-28470587-20160723082341/@comment-27041652-20161110050837

''Cold, yet hot. Dark, yet light. ''

Flames rose higher as the sun began to die, and Kia felt small again. A child, lost. She was running, running from something, someone. Get the witch's child! No mercy! A woman with dark black hair tied to a cross. ''We will do what we must! Let it all turn to dust!'' And then it was gone. A dream, faded away. Bearing harmful truths to face. She stared at the wall, to tired to care anymore. Kia clasped her hand around her pendant, closing her eyes slowly. I'll just rest for now..