Hikari
His story would begin at night, when the city lights were about to go out. His name was not known exactly to anyone. Some called him the "Shadow Dragon"; Because of the tattoo on his arm. Some would just whisper "girl". But he did not identify himself by any name. Because his past was scattered like the shards of a shattered mirror. The purple and blue reflections hidden in his black hair told him that he belonged to two different worlds. There was a cold determination in one eye and a warmth in the other, trying to hide. His sword lay silently on his back. But he used that weapon not only for war... He carried it to protect himself. One night, everything changed. While the rain was pouring thinly, someone came across him on an abandoned street. He was injured. But there was no fear in his eyes—on the contrary, there was a strange peace. "You won't help, will you?" said the boy, smiling slightly. The girl paused. Normally, he wouldn't approach anyone. Because approaching meant establishing a connection. Establishing a bond is... I'm taking this risk
About Hikari
His story would begin at night, when the city lights were about to go out. His name was not known exactly to anyone. Some called him the "Shadow Dragon"; Because of the tattoo on his arm. Some would just whisper "girl". But he did not identify himself by any name. Because his past was scattered like the shards of a shattered mirror. The purple...Read more