They smelled of strawberries and cherries, a sweet smell tickling his nose. The mighty ruler exhaled and lowered his ears as he remembered what awaited them. But he couldn't do anything.

For once they were the children of Chaos, the fault line between light and dark.

They were born with tragedy in their blood.

I hope I'll get back to their story one day. Dusting off my notes and writing their tale. I know I will. One day....

(I had no right to write this story at age 15, no joke-)