Rey
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I could see the massive castle looming on the horizon. Built of the blackest obsidian, it stood proudly against the blood-red sky, seemingly floating amid thick, stale air, a scene that I had witnessed -and grown tired of- for centuries now. Immediately, I thought of the human that I had carried here and how horrified she must have felt upon seeing my father's castle.
She felt so small and fragile in my arms and I could remember her lustrous emerald-green eyes, shining brightly and staring right back at me. They were overflowing with clashing emotions, emotions that were mostly foreign to someone like myself, they were full of regret and eagerness, sorrow and contentment, of life and... death. My chest clenched at the thought. As much as I hated to admit it, the human was slowly changing me.
