Becoming the Plague

Becoming the Plague

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Nov 16, 2018
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Romance
"Are we born into destiny or does every choose in life shape how everything shall end?" Professor R. scratches his white soft hair while scanning his class till his pure white eyes are pointing straight at me as if I held the answers in my very breath. What seems like a life time he shuffles his papers and looks away. Slowly his old bones crack as he sits down setting his cane beside him, "That is your homewor.." His door flys open. The air seemed to freeze and go stale as a dark gloomy shadow that surrounds the male as he takes long strides into the room. "Miss. Ivy, Will you please follow me?"
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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...

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