From Darkness To Light
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  • Reads 520
  • Votes 18
  • Parts 8
  • Time 3h 52m
Ongoing, First published Sep 24, 2015
I was alone, no one wanted me, I was only a nuisance to everyone. 

My life lived to be nothing and nothing only. My existence was like the wind, only felt but never seen. 

My presence like darkness, cold and detested but just like how my light fell into darkness, that same light will also climb back from darkness to light. 

A place where darkness can't reach, a place where light can shine.

It's no where near perfect, no where near a normal life but the life I want to live is the sort of life who can be myself.

I don't need all those fancy stuff, I don't need money, I don't need to be popular.

All I need is life where I can be myself, slowly climbing back up at my own pace, my own time.

Who am I? Why don't we find out.
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Daughters of Hecate: Impure Blood.

10 parts Complete Mature

Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...