The way in which we start things isn’t as important to me as how they are ended
.
My years as a violinist taught me that easily enough. Sometimes the pieces you play begin on sour notes only to end beautifully.
But sometimes it varies based on the situations. I have been
there and back again. Thus is the lot of the quiet violinist.
Torian
. Yeah, that’s my name.
I am sure there have been stories before, stories of evil men
being made and ones where a monster was finally seen to be a man. . Yet this tale has common threads.
This is about scars.
More to the point, this is a story about
Do you want to see mine?
OK. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Here is the first…
