The beginning.

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Sam's mothers PoV
Seconds after a hard, strenuous labor my baby girl was rushed away. No cry. No breath. Just silence.
I was worried, sick to my stomach with an overbearing motherly instinct that drove me to kill anyone who stood in the way of my silent infant.
Hours passed. Hours felt like days. I was alone in the room. Alone in the world. The father, a lowlife who's name isn't even worth speaking, abandoned us the second he knew of her existence.
Suddenly, the doors swung open, a gust of air washed over me, it didn't cool my nerves though.
"NURSE" I hollered, desperate for any news of my baby.
"Is she alive? Is she okay?" I asked frantically.
"Yes. She's alive and well. But... there's something about her... we cannot explain" the nurse stumbled over her words not even glancing up at the mother In front of her.
"What is it?" I questioned, now even more concerned for the baby.
"She seems to be, what only mythology could explain, a shapeshifter"

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