Home, it's more than just a shelter from the harsh light of the world. It's a place you live, it's a place you love, and most importantly it's a place you cherish.
I never had a home. I had a house, my mother and father they never let me feel accepted. They made me hide who I was. I lived in the shadows most of my life. Then when I was 16 years old I had decided. Fuck it, so I moved out of my parents house started an anime & manga shop and for the first time I actually felt at home.
Then when I came home from ShopRite Ben Roys burnt it to the ground. A black puff of smoke with yellow orangish eyes shaped just like him was incinerating my home. I'm sorry I usually don't say this but, what the fuck? You really have to mess with like the one thing I actually care about. I wanted to stay out of this whole Ben witch hunt, but now I swear to God so help me I will be at the head of that hunt. I turned into a swarm of bats and charged at the smoke just as I got there it had evaporated in a flash and I slammed into one of my burnt cardboard cutouts of Mikasa.
He got away, how did he get away?
Did I miss my chance?
Am I ever going to see him again?
Wait, no matter I know just what to do.
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Lineage: Book 1
Narrativa generaleEnter the World as you know it with a perspective somewhere between a mixture of Percy Jackson and Chronicals of Nick where Monsters spilled their filth into the ancestry of humans and hybrids roam the Earth. But unlike those stories the Mortals kno...
