How would you feel if you suddenly realized that your entire life... Entire existence, was a lie. Being dictated upon by how you were first portrayed, or perceived, making you feel insignificant? Seán's egos thougth they were real with memories, free-wills, mannerisms, ect. Until they found out that they're made from his mind. Trigger warning in later chapters: Some revolving around depression, PTSD, flashbacks, panic attacks, and self-harm. Written: Dec. 2019- TBA 2020 Words per Chapter: 3,000- 6,000 Writing Style: Third Person Omniscient

Ray is low on time, luck, and hope; his only chance is an artifact that may not even exist. But upon meeting Landon, Ray is beginning to believe he might find all four. ***** Cambions are doomed to tragedy. They are weak, sickly creatures that rarely live to see their twentieth year. Ray refuses to resign himself to that fate. Upon learning of the Crimson Sheath-an artifact capable of preserving his life-Ray is prepared to fight, steal, and kill to get his hands on it. He is not prepared for Landon. Landon is an orphan with no memories of his parents, the only inheritance left to him a dagger, sleeping in a crimson sheath. Though he has no love of bloodshed and no use for a dagger, Landon isn't about to let Ray take his only link to his forgotten history, even if that means following the cambion past the edge of the world and into the shadow beyond. Content Warnings: Violence, semi-graphic gore, character deaths, profanity, mild drug and alcohol usage, abuse discussed but not shown, and morally-questionable people doing morally-questionable things.