Prologue:
It was just a thousand years ago when the first messenger was born onto earth. He was sharp, creative, well known, well loved, and by the age of 17, dead. To this day no one has discovered his cause of death.They say before he died all of his family and friends either passed away without known cause or mysterously disappeared. After the last of his people were disappeared, he became disappeared into thin air right along with them. He officially went missing for seven days and was found lying on the grave of his last living relative.
His almost lifeless body was a gruesome sight to see, cold as ice, with pale tint, and sunken eyes that had went from bright blue to a smokey gray. He twitched and squirmed for exactly seven seconds, and with the last of his breath he whispered 'watch 27 she-'. He never did finish his message; he died right there. No human being could ever decode his last message to the world. No human being had ever learned of his kind. How could they?Not even he knew what he really was, not even he completely understood what his contribution to the world was to be. He was killed right before he got the chance to figure it out.
After he passed, all evidence that he existed, faded away like chalk on a sidewalk. Even the name onhis head stone looked as if it had been scratched away. He was never apart of the worldhe walked in. He was number one.
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The Messenger
ParanormalI press my lips hard against his, tasting his desire, his pain, his love, his confusion. At once I’m in two lives, two worlds, two places.