"Marzanna baby..Do you feel okay? You look sick." She cooed. Marzanna or Marz For short, looked at her mother with a confused expression. She knew she looked fine but she felt weird. She'd fallen out of the third floor window and landed on her head. The sheer impact should of killed her, even for a nepthy. She barley felt any pain which was odd for her age. Wasn't her kind supposed to be half immortal? She nodded at her mother with a small smile and ran up to her room. 'Was there something wrong with me?' She thought. Little did she know, unexpected challenges would come her way. First being unable to die. - - - In a word of 12 races, illegal hybrids, and stupid wars over bets, figuring out your the odd one out didn't surprise Marzanna. But being a sarcastic wallflower with blue blood, skin as cold as ice, and faster than average healing abilities, could really make some people superstitious.
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