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ng cell, my own wrists bruised f

spirit still clung to the

cent of old blood lingering in the air. For si

id-killer agency, I had become nothing more than a ve

eighteenth birth

, my gray eyes staring blankly at

me like a ghost, replaying in my mind over an

er. I hid behind the crumbling wall of our burning home, my

air-it was, metallic and thi

reamed, her voice was ra

legs were glued to th

even in her fragile sta

human do agai

lips at the thought of

had, a whirlwind of power and

ve her eyes as they turned white. She collapsed to

hroat. Before I could think-b

"dirty blood," a disgrace, a creature born from

mptiness.,my blood used to enhance their own str

prised I had su

n to my execution has

my fingers tighteni

ally how it

my chest as I

fat

to forget, whose existence I had buri

me and my mother, she

he would have come for me. He would

, I stood by the door, waiting for

mother tried to defend him, try

I

ily. He never missed an event with the

ool, laughed at for

ared, he would h

six years in this cel

uel the very monsters

ever meant

echoed in my mind, a cru

often-not with respect o

rd. A

sacred laws of our kind by

fathered a hyb

them for t

him more-for pro

the rusting bars, my na

eam. I wanted t

ged for help? When my mother

dless nights in agony, my blood d

e had ever seen me as his daug

r trying to reach out to my father and realizing it was pointless, he had

ce for even trying. That night, he beat me s

d wonder if things would have been different if I were like m

er come true. I let out a b

felt it. A shift

r at the edge of my consciousne

art p

n't a

h my mind, warm and f

ra

my body go

like a forgotten melody, s

mira, and I a

per, and for the first time in years, some

e only one t

w cle

t quiet plea for a reason. I needed to ho

t creep in-I would have to face the

... I wasn't as forgot

I whispered, my vo