I'm running. That seems to be what I'm always doing now. My breathing is labored but I know I can't quit yet. I tell myself, "Just one more turn," but it's not true. I'll never leave this evil place. Not with who's running it. I turn a corner but then skid to a stop. Fifty feet ahead is a weeping angel. I backtrack q...
Hi. My name is Circe Mercy. I came up with it myself. It fits me perfectly. Circe was a Greek sorceress (which is completely accurate), and Mercy is what I never give my enemies. And trust me, I have many. I've been on the run since I was 7. That's when I was discovered using magic. It's a little outlawed. Okay fine...
I am 14 years old, and I am running for my life. I know, I know. I'm way to young to die. If I was normal I would wake up, go to school, come home, and go to bed just like everyone else. I actually did at one time, but that was months ago. It was then, all that time ago when everything known to man took a turn for the...
Some people might say I'm a troubled child. In a way, I guess they're right. They think I'm a pyromaniac. Okay, so, I set fires a lot, but never on purpose. Ever since I turned fifteen I've had a fascination with fire. That's what my doctor says anyway. The truth, however, is much less normal. I'm actually an elementa...