Storm Eaglestone Biography

Born in a Storm, the name seemed quite appropriate. A tiny baby given to you. My little hands wrapped around your tender fingers. I gaze up at you. The most beautiful sight I have ever seen. I lay on your chest, I hear the familiar heart beat that had lullabye'd me to sleep for so long. 'I'm home'

Something's wrong. I cry as the pain keeps me awake. I want to be held, cradled in your bosom.
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Its dark where I lie, it is warm and safe. I'm growing day by day. Two distinctive voices, one is soft and tender, the other.. Harsh, loud.. Wait, the voice is walking away. The sound of a heart breaking is faint.. I can hear it.. It makes me nervous. The voice doesn't return. I hear only one now.

A journey I take, long and traitorous.. I hear the gentle voice now louder, asking for it to stop. I enter a realm, so bright.. Wait I can't breathe. I am being handed to voices I don't recognise.
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