My Knight in Shining Armor

My Knight in Shining Armor

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He was always my "knight in shining armor" even before I met him. The only problem is that I never knew he was there. People like him, shouldn't be seen by people like me... I know it sounds rude, but it's not physically possible for me to see him, and he even knows it. He was gone in 1812 but it's now 2018. I'm Kate Ross and his name is Luca Daniels. He's saved me from myself and a couple people I once called my "friends." I met him when I moved to Virginia from California, he's over two hundred years older than me, and I just turned sixteen. If he helped me for so long without me knowing, I have to help him come back to where everyone can see him and not just me. His death was just an accident and he shouldn't have died in the first place.
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What did they mean? I knew who I was, didn't I? I was Rosalia Mallory, a girl left on the doorstep of our town's foster agency to find a new home. From there I went through three homes before at the age of 16 instead of having to live in the group home I secured enough money to, along with the money the foster carers were given for me, to buy an apartment building. Alongside a job bartending and waitressing I had enough money to attend college and am currently studying Religion and Mythology, Creative writing and Art. Just a normal teenage girl with a normal life. But at the same time, I'm not. Who am I? Seems like the most cliché question a teenager can ask right? Except when your missing months, if not years, of your life suddenly that seemingly simple question takes on a whole new meaning. After all, if you don't know your whole past how can you answer that for yourself?

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