Prologue

  I am ashamed.

  Ashamed of how many times I allowed myself to just… follow the instinct. The routine. Especially when the routine included dying.

  But I did. I followed that instinct for an eternity, before I knew what eternity meant.

  Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

  I’ve died dozens of times. Hundreds. I guess I’m thankful for those deaths now. Thankful, even of Red Thorn.

  I wasn’t, back then.

  I hated her. I would’ve done anything to get back at her. Beating her, the few times I could manage it, was all I had, and it never lasted. She would just return, ready to try all over again.

  Red Thorn’s blade was the only certainty, in such a small little world. Until I finally found the courage to seek my own.

  patrons via my discord. So feel free to get more of the story there! I'm really excited about this story and it's growing by the day. Chapters will be updated weekly until I'm more comfortable with my backlog so expect Friday chapters going forward. Thank you for your support, and I hope you enjoy!

  MB