"WHAT?! Wait, wait, wait!!"
Holding up her hand in-front of her.
And her eyes looking ready to pop out of her head any second.
"What dø yoú meań she'ß still alivę?!"
"What do you mean, still?"
"If what your telling mę iß truę, shę should havę died yearß agø.
Peoplę likę uß, don't livę that long, we'rę just not ablę tø.
Though I'm ań acceptioń tø thiß generał rulę, for magicał weird reasonß...
But, even if we get cursed by witches.
It's not possible."
"Well, I'll guessing her other half, that she too, shares with me, has kept her going then?
I guess?
Otherwise I wouldn't be standing here having a lil chat with you."
Rather stumped, she frowned deeply for a while.
Twiddling her dark hair between her fingers, thoughtfully.
Until she asked.
"What arę yoú?"
"Huh?"
"What kind of animał / creaturę / beast - what magič dø yoú possesß?
Tø enablę yoú tø livę thiß long?
Į knoŵ of æ feŵ kindß yoú could bę, but, nonę of them havę thę samę presencę aß yoú.
Or, would enablę yoú to havę lived thiß long...
Į don't understand.
I can't put my finger on it."
"Ah... "
Gesturing me to continue, I just sort of stared at her, not really wanting to say.
"Welł?"
"A kind that looks good?"
( She just rolled her eyes at that comment ).
"What, kind?"
"... wouldn't you like to know, ha?"
Her face was slowly becoming a snarl.
And I winced.
I didn't want to make her angry, I just need to her to understand me a little bit better.
"I'd really really, rather not tell you.
Please understand.
It's not that I think you'd see me as any kind of threat, or something that you should even be wary of.
But, I've never met anyone who's accepted what I am.
Or, at least, tried to understand me - or attempted to get to know me, and what I am.
The ones I've told, either betrayed me, or tired to kill me.
So now, I just never tell anybody.
I trust no one."
She cautiously walked up to me.
Now, a mere few steps apart.
She didn't say anything, but her eyes held another story.
Her eyes were cold.
I guess.
Eternity does that to you...
"I'lł onlŷ ask yoú thiß theń. - What kind of magič doeß your power originatę from?"
Our eyes only met for about 1/2 a second.
I sighed deeply, already regretting what I was mere moments away from telling her.
"Dark magic.
Bestowed to me personally, by the Røŷæł Kįńg øf thę Úńdęrŵørłd, himself."
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DEMONS Of Drakewater
Teen FictionA Demon girl, a Monster Hunter, and a down-right nut-job, pair up together. ( The 2 of them are acquaintances, well, I guess you could give it a bit of a stretch. Friends? maybe? ). She needs their help, whether she likes it or not. She's more power...
