Flora Tynix

She knew she couldn't go back, so she goes forward.

Forward with what she was about to do. She took a pair of scissors in her hand and began cutting away at her long, silvery locks. She felt like she was cutting apart her soul, cutting apart her identity. But that was the point, wasn't it?

To change.

To make a change.

When everyone has left you, toi almost have to change.

And she fought it, fought it hard. There was nothing she wanted to change, nothing she thought needed to be changed. That's how Icy found herself completely and utterly alone, with not even a faint visage of the time she had been...