The Last Page: A Tale of Scryunne

Not every story begins in light.

Perhaps there was nothing I could have done differently. The atrocities I committed, the lives that I scorched from existence, the power I wielded with so little regard.

Or maybe it was the love that I lost? The love that my priest father had snuffed like a candle whose flame has been violently blown out.

I have destroyed, killed, manipulated, betrayed, tortured, and I have laughed at it all.

Perhaps I lied. Perhaps every story does begin in light – a cruel and unforgiving one.