This story may contain swearing, drinking, and some sexual content. You have been warned.

It starts out small. Tiny. Unnoticeable. The love you have for a person.And it continues growing, over the course of years into a beautiful, immovable love.Trust is like a tree. It takes years to grow. To solidify.And that shit can be cut down in an instant.You trusted that person.You loved them with every ounce of your being!And they threw it back in your face.

Everyone has an opinion every one has shower thought so here is mine.

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A run away with no name, no mother, and no father.

No identity.

Its as almost if she was born into nothingness, with no one, by no one. Living within 20 steps all her life at a place she called home was getting very irritating to her, curiosity, and anger, pushed the little confidence she had to find a purpose, her freedom. She ran away from her home, her prison, and chased every bit of freedom she could get.

She's been warned by her keeper that out there was dangerous, but she thought since she was a no body, no one would care if she got hurt or that she was even important enough to hurt.

She was about to find out what was beyond 20 steps, will she ever find her purpose?, will she ever have an identity?

Hey, this is for all the people who have dumb thoughts or moments sometimes so let's be dummies together!

Eppirus was a realm full of wonder, inhabited with strange and beautiful creatures, each belonging to a defined nation. For centuries each nation took pride in their genetic skills, whether that was morphing a limb into complete crystal, or using enhanced senses as a humanoid of the sky. No matter the nation, each thought of their own kind as superior to the rest, resulting in minimal contact between nations. However, this belief system was growing less and less popular among the younger generations, especially for Tavren, a Trytus species, and the prince of the water kingdom of Azuris.     Despite his father’s protests, Tavren fell deeply in love with a commoner from the neighboring nymph kingdom, and chose the beautiful nymph Lilias to be his wife and future queen. Because of his “dishonoring of tradition”, the Trytus elders and officials lost their respect for the newly wed prince.     Two years later the King fell ill and passed away, and as soon as Tavren took the throne, the kingdom divided. Those who saw intermarriage as harmless fled from those who sought an end to the disrespect of tradition, and war broke out within the kingdom, even within the King’s own warriors. As the battle continued, the new King Tavren and Queen Lilias took their two-year-old son to the nearby nymph kingdom of Kyndileaf to ensure his safety, and then returned to fight. But as the war escalated, the Queen lost her life. The King - in his devastation and grief - abandoned his people and fled, but feeling great cowardice, the King was too ashamed to face his son, in fear of the boy resenting him. So, the King hid in the forest, watching his son grow up from a distance, never knowing whose blood he carried.     As for Azuris, the people who stayed selected a new king and the kingdom became stiffly religious. The people’s value for tradition outweighed their desire for happiness, so they lived on in their pursuit of perfection, not sure if an "acceptable" alternative even existed.

Dear society,