Chapter One
The Backstory
My whole life I've been "special". Special in the way like people avoided me because they
knew what I was going to do. Special in the way that I had a huge popular status until I started to
ignore people I believed to be fake. Which was almost everyone, except Jason.
And I've always known.
I was created to end the world.
My best friend kept my head on right, actually he's the only one who kept me here in the first
place, he's saved my life so many times its stupid, but then again it's kind of his job. Jason was my
Guardian,the only person I've literally known since my birth.When I was a kid I used to imagine
that I would marry him. I planned my vows which weren't very eloquent because you don't know
very many words at the age of two. I drew my wedding dress and I danced around my room with
my pretend husband. But it wasn't long before my parents took my fantasy and nipped it in the
bud.
And at 2 years old I knew I was labeled as forever alone.
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The Great Destructor sounds like a pretty big name for a tiny girl. But in the language of the
Ancients that's what it translates to, and my family, we never break Tradition. The Traditions are
supposedly the only things that keep us from ripping each other apart. To be putting it lightly they
are our laws, our covenant in which we must follow. As young children we were always taught that
to stray from Tradition would end in death. And it is the ultimate disgrace. There is only one
destined Destructor every 10,000 years. The Ancients make the decision out hundreds of
thousands of fetuses. Each is examined for the massive energy that the Destructor is said to
possess. Families clamor to have their child as the chosen one. To be picked is the highest honor,
however very few families know that the chosen fetus isn't picked, it is already written in the skies.
The conspiracy was told to be the nobles way of letting the underclass have a faint hope that
their child could be the chosen human.
Although my race isn't exactly human.
In fact, I think that we are barely considered humanoid. We look similar to humans, our hair
is different colors and our eyes are range from blue to brown like humans. But every one of us has
a permanent tattoo.
An intricate tattoo swirled and almost a metallic tint to them, but unlike human tattoos that
have to be inked on, ours occur naturally. When we finally come into our souls our bodies go
through an intense process called The Becoming, this is when our tattoo forms. The designs
pattern our most inner selves and are intensely private. Once The Becoming is done our eyes get
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