Prolouge

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A/N- this is not part of the story. It originally was but not anymore.

  I'm a vampire. You don't believe me? Just ask my friend, Katherine. She's an angel. But then again, if you don't believe in me, you probably don't believe in her. And I know what you're thinking. "A vamp and angel friends? That's a lie. Impossible."
  You might not believe me and that's fine. Dismiss this book as a children's story. Won't change the fact that it's true. And besides, the right people will read this.
  Like most mythicals, I attended Ms. Persephone's Enchanted Academy. When mythicals turn six, they are admitted to the academy. Now don't wait for some magic owl to bring you a letter. That's stupid. Besides, there's an even better way to let children know they are to go there.
  Well, not exactly a better way. If you're born to mythical parents, they just send you off when the Academy year starts.
  If you're born to human parents, I feel bad for you. Every year on a day humans call 'Day of the Demon's, all the six year old 'demons' (as mythicals are called) are dumped in the middle of the forest.
  Now, I had the latter. I guess the humans think we were killed by wolves or something. I know us kids thought we would be. And this is where my life more or less began. Huddled in a group of six year olds.
  Get ready for a wild journey.

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For those who want to know, this was 261 words.

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