A Sheya's Mission

A Sheya's Mission

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A Sheya are creatures that live after werewolves and vampires existed. We have only two mission in this world, and that is to live and to be loved. Sheya creatures are born with half Sheya or half- with any creatures in the world including human. I am a half Sheya and a half human. My mom is a Sheya and my dad is a human. It was said that, every Sheya needs to find there love -or mate in vampires and werewolves beliefs- of their life before they turn 18 and right now, or this day is my 17th birthday and I have one year left to live or else... I die. It was like a curse to every Sheya people, girls nor boys died on the age of 18, not finding their love. And from that day forward, when a Sheya turns to 15 they travel every race just to live and to be loved. It was also said that if did find your love and he/she never love you back, you do still die. And... that's even worst. So I'm here at the Human World to find my love (mate) to live and to be loved. =========== Read More! And Live and have fun. @jinhanadulce
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