#Chapter55 A dagger, and a Rose

I groaned loudly when I limped my way out of the house and to the backside, the empty garden.

My mother used to plant flowers here and take care of them, I barely remembered her because I was so small, i only know i used to sit by the door and watch as the Flowers died out. My dad forbid me to keep them alive or to care for them neither did he give me time.. I couldn't remember how it was when she was still alive all these memories were now covered with those of my training, ever since edge died my dad...