I woke up in a must dark room and took a look around.¨where am i?¨ I said quietly hoping i was alone.
¨Still on the table where you passed out.¨ said a boy's voice ¨You freaked out over the pain of the rubbing alcohol I put on your wounds, you hit your head pretty hard on the ceiling above you. You've been out for a quite sometime." he said looking at me "Your scrape is pretty deep but nothing drastically bad. Should heal up in no time."
"Who are you?" I said in a demanding voice.
"You can call me Jake. And you are?" He smiled
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The Failed Sacrifice
Fantasy( The Beginning is in third person but from then on will be first person) Kiaynna is a fairy, and was born with powers that were thought to destroy others. At birth she was to be sacrificed but she was taken from the streets while she was dying and...
