Go cry over all the starving children in Africa if you want to. But not me. There’s no meaning for it. My existence is one that even, I, myself, can hardly understand.
Number Three, nameless and lonely, will soon meet great withes and wizards, some of which are more important than others. Some of which she may grow to love dearly. But is love enough to mend a hopeless, broken heart?
Story Notes: Thank you, Snowlily, you are SUCH an amazing friend! Without you, my ideas would just be a load of blubber, that even I wouldn't be able to understand! I give you much credit. Thank you!
Chapter 1, finally! I'm probably too excited, right? Whatever...thank you again, Snowlily! You're a talented beta-reader, I just know you'll be a famous editor someday.
Chapter two is up! I hope you enjoy, and review!