The Darkest Secret

a lot growing up. I never went to the same school for more than a year, at times I didn't even make it that long there. There would be times, more towards the end, where they would co

ried away secrets came to light. Not much longer after that day did life take a turn for the dark. As I laid against the damp moist dirt floor I replayed that days and the days that followed over and over again in my mind. I was unaware of how long I had been captured, or how long I would live unbothered. I knew what they wanted, to study me. Half of them feared me half of them despised me. I was nothing more than a mutated creature to them. I was nothing more than a mutated freak of two worlds that should've never been brought together. They feared the prophecy, and I feared it all the prophecy, the magic, myself. The day faded into night as the ground grew colder. I head The cringing of the gates as the dungeon doors begin to open. Usually I would brace myself try to hide in a corner but my body was too weak even breathing took more energy than I had to provide. A cold figure step towards me and hovered above me. "Like like the mut dying. We can't have that now can we. I'm not done having fun with you yet." Before the icy voice finish speaking I felt something warm push against my lips dripping down the side of my face. The taste was unfamiliar but once I hit my lips I never wanted it to stop.