Amelialil قصص

My name shouldn't matter to the likes of you, however, I will indulge you and tell you at least my first name; Test Subject number 52. I am eighteen years of age, as far as I know. I'm not normal. I'm not ordinary. I'm not even completely human - you can imagine experiencing puberty as a scientific experiment.

You would think an army of immortal Greek gods and goddesses would be able to kill at least a quarter of the invaders. But no, the two headed beasts marched through the gates of Olympus, injured our soldiers and hurt our children. And the only weapon that could be wielded against the monsters was lost, all because of me. And Pisica, my friends, and maybe a mortal human.

Listen carefully. My name was Zoey. Zoey Cross. I'm eighteen. Orange hair, green eyes, kinda like any normal human. Well I'm not. And don't get too excited. It's not fun - at all. I grew up in a lab. Along with six other kids. Hell, Eli, Nem, Mazzi, Jay, and Fang. We aren't normal, or human for that matter. We're 89% human, 7% avian, and 4%, well to be honest we don't know exactly. Were hybrids, created in a lab and force to live in glass cages. But we got out. We're free. Well, as free as winged teenagers can be. Hold on tight, this is my story. Oh, and try to keep up.