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Yeah, another story thought of at like 3 a.m., but it a bit depressing... i warned you.
Christina is a girl who has been judged her whole life, and she is getting tired of it. This is the day that changed everything
So, today is the day. The day my existence is known to the world, well at least the world that knows of supernatural beings. Well I guess technically only to those assigned to protect me… Well, whatever, the point is I will finally be able to act like myself, and not like the made up persona, that has completely taken over my life. Oh! Yeah, “Super Natural”, such a vague term, I’m Kina, and I’m an alien.
My long black hair flowed down my back to my hips. I had on a pair of khaki shorts that were cut mid-thigh. They were worn out, and charred from the heat. I wore a small black shirt that barely fit, and had many small holes, from years of wearing. My gloves, missing the fingers were black, along with my combat boots. I had two leather straps that formed a huge “x” on my shoulder, chest, and stomach, on the back was a long sleek sword, encrusted with jewels. I must have been a sight to see to those who I led towards the underworld. I still remember the day in fact, the day my journey began…
Yeah, another story thought of at like 3 a.m., but it a bit depressing... i warned you.
Christina is a girl who has been judged her whole life, and she is getting tired of it. This is the day that changed everything
So, today is the day. The day my existence is known to the world, well at least the world that knows of supernatural beings. Well I guess technically only to those assigned to protect me… Well, whatever, the point is I will finally be able to act like myself, and not like the made up persona, that has completely taken over my life. Oh! Yeah, “Super Natural”, such a vague term, I’m Kina, and I’m an alien.
My long black hair flowed down my back to my hips. I had on a pair of khaki shorts that were cut mid-thigh. They were worn out, and charred from the heat. I wore a small black shirt that barely fit, and had many small holes, from years of wearing. My gloves, missing the fingers were black, along with my combat boots. I had two leather straps that formed a huge “x” on my shoulder, chest, and stomach, on the back was a long sleek sword, encrusted with jewels. I must have been a sight to see to those who I led towards the underworld. I still remember the day in fact, the day my journey began…