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P.s this is not a chapter it's just the back story of the necklace and I highly suggest you read this because I will not put it in a regular chapter. Thank you.
I was 8 months old it was morning and my mom was feeding me while my father sat on the other side of the table watching us and eating too. This moment was perfect and I thought it would last forever, i thought every moment would be like this with them or anyone else I cared about but I was wrong, I finally realized that as long as I'm here and living then life would never be perfect. There was a loud sound and then we were surrounded by a bunch of guys in black suits that covered there faces, I started crying. My father started fighting the guys on the left while my mom fought the guys on the right, they were too busy trying to protect me from the other guys that they didn't notice the boss was standing over me. He had an mischievous grin on his face. He brought his hand up to my chest and put it over my heart, he then pushed his hand in my chest grabbing my heart and ripping it out leaving me lifeless. My parents finally finished fighting the other guys, when they seen the boss with a little heart in his hand, my mother and father watched as he took out his own heart and then put mine in his chest, they came out of there trance and they started to get tears in there eyes but at the same time there blood was boiling from anger. My parent fought the boss for hours. Normally they would be able to just kill the guy and get over it but he has my heart, my heart has my power and with it in his chest he got my power, endlessly making him more powerful then my parents. My parents were just about to give up when these witches arrived and killed the boss but in the process they destroyed my heart, well they destroyed the object at least. My parent over come by grief were begging and begging for the witches to bring me back to life they didn't care about the consequences of using magic they just wanted there first born child back, so the witches finally did. The witches got the stems of a rose and made sure the thorns were red, they then got the essence of my heart, they didn't need a pendant because my power and hearts essence would create it's own pendant that would be created only for me. The witches put the spell on the necklace and combined my heart's essence with it, and the pendant was formed, they then put it on me and I immediately started breathing. My parent said over and over again that they owed them one and that they were thankful for what they just did. The witches left and it was just me and my parents along with the lifeless bodies. Or so we thought.
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Two Ways, One Choice
WerewolfA 16 year old girl loses both of her parent, she doesn't know how they died or where they died, all she knows is that she wants answers and she will stop at nothing to get them. This girl will have many adventures with action and many other enticing...
