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Year of The Immortal

Year of The Immortal

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It’s been 137 years since that day. The day my two month old twin sister Jessamine went missing. We looked for days, but as time passed we realized she was gone, never to be seen again. Nobody knows exactly what happened to her, where she went, who took her there, or why, all I know is I have a twin sister that I don’t even remember. There are people who could have helped us find her, problem is nobody knew about us. We were my mom’s dirty little secret and even after all these years, we still are. My mom had her reasons for keeping us a secret. For one thing she was only 15 when she had us. That’s bad enough nowadays, but imagine it being the late 1800’s where if people knew she’d be cast away, judged, mistreated, and given the scarlet letter. My mom doesn’t even remember anything happening that could have led to my sister and I being born. We were a drunken mistake, and the other guy she shared the mistake with, we don’t know who he is. We do know one thing about him though; he’s a demon. How we know this? I’m a warlock, my mom is a witch and in order for her to have a warlock, the dad has to be a demon. Reason number three I’m a secret. Thing about warlocks? They’re immortal which means that I’ve had every day for 137 years to wonder about all the missing pieces in my life about my dad and sister, but in order to find out the truth I would need to be back in the year it all started. That’s why I’m glad we have the Year of the Immortal. The Year of the Immortal happens once every 40 years, it’s for immortals over the age of 100. It allows them to go back in time and visit the people they lost over the years. It’s my first time, and while I will be visiting people I miss from my lifetime, that’s not my only purpose for my year of being back in the day. My name is Anna Herrin, and this year all the mysteries are going to end because for my Year of the Immortal I’m going to figure out the mystery that is my life.
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First off, it's all those damn witches fault. I knew I shouldn't have killed their mother, but its not like I had a choice! It is-or was-my job to slay, back in 1692. Yea, that long ago. But we were living in a primitive world and the word "witch" got to anyone's ears, and all hell would break loose. Those damn women, three girls all of the marrying age at the time, their mother was accused of witchcraft. It was my job to dispose of the witches. I was the executioner after all, but I was supposed to do it as if it were an accident. The night I went after the girls mother, they were home and watched me do it. Crying, sobbing, screaming at me to stop. But I couldn't, I wasn't allowed. At the end I felt something happening to me, I was getting dizzy and everything was hazy. I heard the three girls speaking-no, cursing me in unison. "You have slain our mother, an innocent women. She had not been dabbling in witchery, she only kept our secret. For having killed our mother, we curse you and your family to roam the world as immortals. Never growing old after the age of twenty one and turning into the beasts you are at the age sixteen. Every night when the moon rises, you and your family shall turn into giant beasts. Beasts bigger than bears but in the body of a wolf. Each night you will kill and you must live with the guilt of the murders you are capable of. Are you satisfied with the blood you've shed tonight?!" Those words are burned into my skull, never leaving. The witches were hanged a few days later, on the night of a full moon. That's when my curse began. Present day, it's easier to hide nowadays from the community. Nobody is looking for me, trying to hunt me down and kill me. At least, not that I know of. But anyways, my name is Fiona Mansfield. I was only seventeen years old when I was an executioner in the Salem Witch Trials. Three witches cast a spell on my family and me, that was 322 years ago. I am 339 now and my family and I are werewolves.

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