Its dark and I smell blood. Not just any blood,cambion blood. I look down and realize it's my blood, my blood slowly drips down my arm. It can't be, I can't be a cambion. I feel the wall for a light switch, "I found it" I mutter as I flick the light on. Just across the room I see a mirror, as I look in the mirror I don't see my usually emerald green eyes, instead I see pitch black eyes. I gasp as I fall, its true everything they told me was true. I have no time to be be scared I'm just angery, so angery that I take the mirror off the wall and smash it against the other wall on the other side of the room. My anger so fades and I burst out into loud sobs, I take up a shard of glass and just fiddget it around in my fingers. As I start to get up the light goes off, and I have to her out of here and there I am slowly falling and falling into nothing but darkness.
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Fresh Blood
FantasyI love cambions and fiction so enjoy my stories! {I also write a lot of short stories}
