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As darkness is reborn in the high mountains of the West, Keenan Nottinghan comes to the rapid conclusion that some things never change. No matter what death does to a man, he is still the selfsame creature as drew his first breath upon the plains, a matter of centuries ago. ~~~ For those of you who have not read the first in this series, please find the link below or via my profile. If you need any further persuasion, Promise the Sky was shortlisted for the 2012 Watty Awards Most Imaginative Setting and has received over a quarter of a million reads: http://www.wattpad.com/story/1085042-promise-the-sky-wattys-2012

I was never meant to leave that room. I had spent my whole life in there, imagining what it was like on the outside. I looked forward to the day when I would finally be allowed to leave. But that day was never supposed to come. Until James decided to keep his promise. He had always been there, on the other side of the glass. Waiting. The experiment wasn't over. He was still waiting for me to change. But I didn't change. Not until that night. It was dark, and there was rain. The sound of the car engine was loud, but the crash was louder. In the crash, I became something different. I changed. But not for James. This new part of me emerged for one reason; to save her. This story is a first draft and will contain typos and grammatical errors. I apologize for these in advance, and hope you can see beyond them to the story beneath. Happy reading!