Before I was turned I was a pretty, happy " normal" girl. I invert the normal because who knows what normal really is. My family and I worked the lands (we were farmers). I spent most of my time wandering the fields and spying on the stranger who was squating in one of our abandoned stables. The stranger was called Asherio. My father had told me on many occassions to keep away from him, but I was to intrigued by his angelic appearence, his large deep green eyes with raven hair falling to his shoulders. He had such unearthly looks. All girls remember their first kiss but I' ll never forget mine as it killed me !!!!
The sun is rising so I shall continue my story another night. |