They just left us there. Right in the middle of the forest. All you could hear was children crying. What had been a beautiful night, a clear sky and full moon had just turned into a nightmare.
A howl sounded and the group huddled together even more. I didn't do so much as flinch. My attention was focused on the figures of retreating villagers. There was a small tug on my shoulder and I forced my gaze from the villagers to look.
There she was, the youngest in the group. Katherine was dumped with us six year olds at only 3 years old. The villagers took one look at the black angel wings Kat was born with and decided to get rid of her really young, before she developed her 'dark' powers. And we're the demons. At least we don't leave children to die just because they're different!
My eyes changed from the red they became when I was hyper-alert to their normal color, hazel, as I looked down at the girl with waist length red hair and gold eyes.
Katerine just stood there, shivering, with tears welling in her eyes. She didn't have the warm clothes the rest of us wore.
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For those who want to know, this was 216 words.
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The InBetween
FantasiWhat if mythicals existed? And were abandoned in the forest at a young age? Do they have anywhere to go? Will they eventually fight back? Another book I'm writing hehe. My friends and I are making this one a movie too.
