The orphan.

The orphan.

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, May 4, 2017
You were dropped off when you were two. Why, maybe it's because you were born with wings, a tail and the power of telepathy, shape shifting, a healing factor, and one hell of a temper.
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When I look in the mirror behind the front door I see nothing askew but I look gorgeous for the first time in my life. Its not like my face has changed any but now I am almost glowing and my hair is falling perfectly on my face. Perfect. That's the word. I look. Perfect. I give myself a little spin and suddenly my jaw drops. My shirt is ripped to pieces in the back. You can see my skin and something else. Something entirely alien to me. Something that scares the hell out of me. I have dark tawny wings. They were beautiful, but different. *Read more to see the events that unravel before Heaven and Richard on their journey*

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