The Chronicles of Tyshiro Tyde, Expect More from me.

The Chronicles of Tyshiro Tyde, basically a journal of my life. A documentary, some, that when my immortal self fades away, my people will remember me.
This wont be all writing, sketches, lists, battle tactics, and more will be in here.
I never thought it would come to this, that someone affiliated with Dark would want to take out my kingdom so badly. Amarya is my home, my legacy, and I wont give it up.
I havent even been named queen for three months and I am in a war.
I am training soldiers and militia in Defyel, Dominic, the head blacksmith, Sarasha, the leading elf, Zonotaro, the alpha werewolf, the dwarf twin's names whom i cannot pronounce, Nitru Nixxion, an eleven year old girl that's like my little sister, Firenzy and Blackthunder from the Nkari Clan, and I had a meeting. We are still trying to figure things out, but I swear upon Death's Table that I will lose this war over my dead body.

Tyshiro Takiri Marine Rose Tyde~

A Song That Explains My Childhood

Viva La Gloria (Little Girl)

Little Girl, Little Girl
Why are you crying?
Inside your restless soul
Your heart is dying

Little One, Little One
Your soul is purging
Of love and razor blades
Your blood is surging

Runaway,
From the rivers to the streets
And find yourself with your face in the gutter
Your a stray
From the salvation army
There is no place like home
When you got no place to go

Little Girl, Little Girl
Your life is calling
The charlatans and saints
Of your abandon

Little One, Little One
The sky is falling
Your lifeboat of deception
Is now sailing

In the wake all the way
No rhyme or reason
Your bloodshot eyes
Will show your heart of treason

Runaway
From the river to the street
And find yourself with your face in the gutter
You're a stray for the salvation army
There is no place like home
When you got no place to go

The traces of blood
Always follow you home
Like the mascara tears
From your getaway
(Gloria!)
You're walking with blisters
And running with shears
So unholy
Sister of grace

Runaway
From the river to the street
And Find yourself with your face in the gutter
You're a stray from the salvation army
There is no place like home

Through the Darkness and Surviving Through Dawn

This blog is dedicated to the ugly face of my childhood, my future, and possibly the present.
Just a little summary:
When i was little i was put into an adoption center, then adopted into an abusive family. Found out i had wings at seven, ran away, was put into a camp where i thought i had friends, then was ripped away and taken into a camp where I was abused and beaten thoroughly until i almost broke... Everything else, you'll find out here.
Sounds pretty rough, eh? It was.

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