My name is Terra.
I once had a real name, but time stole it from me.
In my life though, no one really cares what your name was or how you received others. All that does matter is whose oil or blood you've shed. It depends on what or who you prefer to. For me, it was a lot. It all goes back to my sister, Nerva. We were partners back when we were kids. An unstoppable duo. Our father would take us down to the river and let us go swimming. Nerva and I would play chicken near the waterfall and Nerva would always get tangled in the plants.
I miss that river...
But no matter what the water, there's always a hidden danger. For my sister and I, it wa