As the life faded from her, I knew I was responsible for her death. Her smaragd, emerald eyes stared into mine, in shock, betrayal.
She was a pale yellow hedgehog, quills door the side of her perfect face. She wore a white dress, a wedding dress.
I, myself, wore a black suit. She was to be my wife, untill it had all gone terribly wrong.
I should never have disobeyed Master, I should never have rebeled against my creator, Lopec.
My wife-to-be, Brissa, had walked down the isle; my angel, coming to light my darkness. The isle now splattered in her blood.
Then he had come, Lopec.
"Crescent..." he had hissed. "You...
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