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(no title) Chapter Three: Samantha Goldstone
Chapter Three: Samantha
17 years old
I woke up to a wet pillow, I'd been crying in my sleep. I had that dream again; that memory. It seems so long ago now, but the dreams never stopped.
I was coming back home from my rose garden, I was in a good mood because I finally was able to see them. I stepped into our yard, and that’s when I felt something… I didn’t know what it was but it didn’t feel right. I quickly walked up to my window and peeked in. Everything looked alright, but I still had that funny feeling. I opened my window and climbed in, a huge wave of struggle washed over me. I didn’t know what happened but I knew it was bad.
“Mommy?? Daddy??” I said cautiously, inching towards my open door.
I could hear the wind rushing through the house; leaves were rustling on the floor.
'Why are there leaves in here?' I thought.
I didn’t know what was going on, I was so confused to the point of tears. Or maybe I was scared to the point of tears… I walked out into the hallway as quietly as possible.
NOTE: heyy it's me again! this is only part of the chapter, i've been really busy these past couple of days and i've had no time to finish it xP (also i'm suffering from severe writers block, so if you have any ideas, PLEASE tell me!) but anyways, i hope you (...)
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(no title) Chapter Two: Isaac Dawns
Chapter Two: Isaac Dawns
18 years old
I remember her... I remember what happened all those years ago. I remember that day as if it was yesterday. I was only 8 years old at the time. I was sitting outside in the dark watching the moon when I heard it. A small sniffling sound and the soft crunch of bare feet on leaves. At first I thought it was another wild animal; but there was no mistaking that shadow in the trees. That human shadow.
"Hello?" I called out to the shadow.
"Help me..." The shadow said in a soft voice. Then it collapsed to the ground.
I instantly started panicking. I had to help this person.
'But how?'
I ran over to the person and picked them up. That was when my breath caught in my throat. Her pale face shone in the moonlight. Her wheat colored hair sparkled. She had been crying; around her eyes were red and slightly puffy.
There was still a tear on her soft cheek...
"Mom!" I cried out when I stepped into my home, not remembering that I no longer had a mother.
My aunt came around the corner while rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Isaac, I'm not your mother. I'm your au-" She gasped when she saw the girl in my arms. "Oh my..."
She rushed over to me.
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(no title) Chapter One: Samantha Goldstone
Chapter One: Samantha Goldstone
7 years old
I am a dӕmon. No, not a creepy little goblin thing with horns and a tail that breaths fire. I look human, talk like a human, act human, do human things; I pretty much am human. Except, of course, for the big, black, feathered wings protruding from my back; and for the fact that I do magic. I use a certain magic called 'Glamour' to hide my wings from untrained eyes. I say untrained because there are some with 'The Sight' who can see past the Glamour and uncover the truth of what lies underneath. Since I am a dӕmon, I don't need The Sight to see the truth. If I were to concentrate hard enough, the Glamour would just melt away. But I haven't had to do that ever because I am the last of my kind. My family were all dӕmons like me. There was no one else; or so I was told.
My name is Samantha Goldstone. My mother was Maxine Whicker, and my father was Robert Goldstone. Not only am I the last of my kind, but I was (and still am) the only pureblood when my parents were still around. The reason why I was the only pureblood is because my family was in hiding; this is also the reason why we were the last ones alive. My kind was always hunted by the Priests. These are not your average priests, these men were hunters of my kind. They are members of an underground church clan called (...)
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