For the Flightless

For the Flightless

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Sephie felt like a normal girl, walked like a normal girl, talked like a normal girl...so shouldn't she be a totally normal 20 year old? Sephora Tennins thought she was normal. Even the dreams she's had the past two months have been making her feel different. A bird in flight. Sometimes just flying free. Others...are such aweful nightmares leaving her feeling like she's in the wrong skin. Her family is no help, always redirecting her questions this past two months about the dreams and the weird feelings. Then things slowly start falling into place. She starts seeing the obvious. She's the bird of her dreams. Only...who is the one that left all the evidence? Maybe the answer is more than Sephie is ready for.
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I never knew what I was not until it happened to me, not until my world came crashing down upon me. I never understood the crazy things I could do I simply thought I was insane it wasn't until the owl came on my eleventh birthday did I know the truth. I was adopted I knew that part because I looked nothing like the people who helped raise me. I didn't look like my older brother Jason, or my younger sister Margo. I was chosen by them and I only really knew when I turned eight and some girl said it to me. It was the day I found out not only was I adopted but I wasn't entirely human either. So when I found that out for the next three or four years of my life I practiced alone, I studied alone and I did as much research as I possibly could all on my own. My parents didn't know they simply couldn't fathom the thought of witches being real or anything else for that matter. They didn't believe in the supernatural, they didn't believe it because it was crazy right. Only insane people were knowledgeable in the matter, but that wasn't all true. There was good and there was evil but what was I, was I good or was I evil that I wasn't sure of.

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