the wind was howling. your soul was at it's peak. blood gushed down from your wounds. and both of your eyed were glowing in power. one stood as humanity's most powerfull being. while the other resembled an another race's ultimate champion. even though victory was settled.. they still didn't back down. even when their body started melting due to how weak they were getting. they still stood. one last stand..

a champion's mightiest sacrifice..

and before you got to deliver the last blow. one last strike that shall end everything. put that race on the edge of nothingness.. she came.

a can moved at a high speed and hit you on the head. cutting you off as a deep and emotionless voice spoke. like the tunes of a decaying flute..

"..you've been at this for three hours. ought you not stop?. and do something useful?.."

your daughter.. eleanor. a 16 year old little kid -from your point of view- who is always silent and eerie... you don't know whether it was you spoiling her or she was just like that ever since the beginning.. but that doesn't mean she is a bad girl. in the end you can't do anything about teens.. most dangerous phase a parent could ever go in..