Chapter 0 : Before. My Mother, Crying, weeping. My Father, Holding back his tears. Me, Clueless. Naïve. Gunshots. Far in the distance. They did nothing to break the chasm, That was the bottomless pit Of regret. Fathers silver hair is matted, His proof of royal lineage, Dirtied by leaves Muck. Blood. Mothers purple eyes are unwavering Yet tears are running down her face Freely A waterfall Free. They smile, a sad, bittersweet smile And they whisper something, What I will forever hold dear to my heart, For this is the last thing that they say, Before they hide me, shield me Away from the malevolent malice.
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