• Prologue
    When a disturbance in nature occurs, magic happens. Not the kind of hocus pocus magic but the kind that is so real that it leaves a taste in your mouth. Some are born magic, some creatures, some… half animal. Our story is a mix, not quite pure and not really whole.
     
    1
    Full Moon
    She stood atop the empire state building and silently looked over the sleeping city. The city that shunned her at birth because of her “deformity”. So what if she had claws, or teeth, or even a tail? They had ruined her life for all the sixteen years she had been alive, now what she needed the most was truth and understanding. She climbed down the tower in the early winter night and stopped briefly to tighten her hoodie. During the day, she was truly a sight to be seen. She had long, brown hair and bright green eyes that sparkled ever so slightly in the light. She shivered at the flashbacks and continued her descent. As she reached the bottom of the state building she pulled her loose black and purple hoodie over her ears and watched with sadness as snow crept over New York leveling it in a blanket of cold white. She didn’t know if she had a name, and if she did, she certainly didn’t remember it. She didn’t have the time to stop and reminisce about the past as her stomach growled in protest. She ran over to the back alleys that she called home and unwrapped a half-eaten burger in tin foil and took a bite. She instantly recoiled at the lettuce that she hadn’t picked off and continued eating her meal. She fell asleep at dawn as her soaked, matted fur stretched to skin and hugged herself for warmth. And she dreamt that she had a real home and family, the dream was so real that it made her shed a tear. crying

    Hours after she woke, she searched for more food. She searched all the alleys she knew for full dumpsters and scraps. She trudged through the dirtied snow kicking up clumps here and there to see if there was anything on the ground. She kicked something that felt solid and got excited. 4laugh She got down on her knees and dug in the snow to uncover her treat. She hit something hard and brushed off the frost, only to discover it was a person. She shrugged and was about to take a chunk out of the blonde girl’s head when she noticed movement. The girl slowly rose and stared at her rescuer. She seemed so calm and serene that it made the werewolf bristle in fear.
    “I’m sorry,” she said in a tear filled voice as she started to cry. “I don’t belong here, I should be dead!” she sat up and dug out what appeared to be a shallow grave and “buried” herself in snow. The werewolf was fed up with this by know and ripped open the snowy grave.
    “You aren’t dead yet!” she screamed at the blonde girl dragging her away by the wrist. When they got to her alley, she stopped and asked the girl her name.
    “My name is Crystal, and you?” she questioned. “I don’t really know…” she replied.
    “Hmmm. You look like a Sarah.” Crystal remarked. She was astounded; she had been given a name by a complete stranger.
    “I’m going to call you that!” Crystal said happily and twirled on her toes. Sarah watched her dizzy herself and guessed the girl was about nine.
    “How old are you?” Sarah asked. “I’m… nine and… three… quarters!” She replied between spins.

    “What were you doing in the snow?” Sarah questioned. There was silence, instantly Sarah knew what she had done wrong.
    “They threw me out with the trash. I was nearly killed scrambling out of the dumpster by a man. I don’t belong in this stupid world…” as Crystal started to sob, the ground shook. The snow shifted under their feet as Sarah wondered why she had been dragged into this. The snow vibrated into nothing as the stone street under them became visible. As quickly as the snow had disintegrated, crystal shards shot through the ground almost stabbing Sarah violently as she ran to safety watching from a distance. Crystal breathed heavily as the shards slowed to a halt, looking at Sarah longingly.
    “Help me… I need you!” she yelled as Sarah scrambled away in the dawning light. Sarah had gotten enough of this from possessed strangers and serial killers, and she certainly didn’t need any ghosts or spirits following her. She stopped to think, no ghost could do that and spirits didn’t kill themselves. She mustered up her courage and turned back around only to see Crystal right there sniveling. eek She was holding some kind of document, maybe her birth certificate? “What are you?” Sarah finally managed.