Zion
Its fangs on display as its head laid on the crook of my elbow and its scaly tale laying in my palm.
On my left bicep was a tattoo of what I could only describe as a rope or lasso. It was curled into a spiral, almost looking like a sleeping serpent. Underneath it was a saying in Latin that roughly translated to 'Thread of love, light, and truth'.
"Yes and I would never find a balance which means I would probably fall prey to the darkness if I tried," my mother's voice broke my reverie. She offered my father a sympathetic look, knowing that he did fall prey to the darkness and she didn't want the burden of dark magic within her, "You, my handsome son, was born to be able to wield both light a
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