Raina Sky Lehnsherr

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They say when witches are born. They are immediately given a guardian. To guide them through they're long life. I was given one. Jax. He's a panther. But sometimes when we go out in public, He's a tiny little black cat. It's only when he has to be. But He always hates it. It always makes me laugh.

But other then that.

They also say witches are always given a mate. To live their life with someone. Someone to love. Someone to give they're heart too. Their soul to. They say when you find your mate. You develop a bond. A bond that is so much stronger then death. But if the mate no longer wishes to be with said other mate. Said witch slowly begins to die. A slow and painful death. Whoever made these rules for witches are fucking dumbasses. But whoever said it was easy to find they're mate, is also a fucking dumbass and a fucking lier. I've been on this earth for fucking seventeen years and I have yet to find mine.

Oh my bad. I forgot to introduce myself. Hi. I'm Raina Sky Lehnsherr. You can call me rain, ray ray, rainy, or sky. I'm seventeen years old, and my mother was a witch and my father was mutant. And this is me trying to run away from my past.

Away from the people who killed my parents. Who are now looking for me, because of what I am. Because they are scared of what we are. That they would rather kill us all then to figure out that we aren't the monsters they think we are.
My uncle Charles took me away from the war when I was only ten years old and I lost my parents that day. I watched as both of them were killed right in front of my own eyes. Not something a ten year old girl wants to see. I never forgiven myself. And I never will. They died because of me.

This is me. Running away from my past like the coward I am.

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