I Drank The Water Of Forgetfulness

From the moment I was old enough to understand the world, I knew my parents didn't love me.

My father, the Duke of the Umbra-Kin, snatched the Soul-Core the High King had gifted me and handed it to my younger sister, Eva.

"You owe her this. Be a good girl and don't fight it," he commanded.

My mother took a vial of my heart-blood every single day to nourish Eva's frail body.

"Sera, do you really want to watch your sister die? It's just a bit of blood. Why are you being so selfish?"

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