A mother stares death in the face, fear dripping down her face along with her
sweat and tears. She sees two paths, one filled with death of many, and the second, with only one death, her own daughter. Starly, wings of black death, must be the evil one of legend, and a hard dicision must be made: Death of one, or many. How can any mother choose between her daughter or the lives of all? Her wolf jowls tense. A hard choice to be made this day. She moves twords her black winged daughter...
A story intro/insert I have been working on. I am working on the story deeper, so right now, its in the development stages. yes, it is a fan fic. and yes, it involves the tfs, but it will be beastwars/beastmachines. ^^
Rating: Very dark.
- Mood:
Wow!