For everyone whose ever thought they were un pretty. For every girl whose cried fifty thousand tears for a boy they cant have. For everyone everywhere whose ever felt lifeless and hated. This is for us. This is for how we feel. Were never alone, no matter how distant everyone else is…
Chapter 1
The mornings sun could only last so long; with its pulsating and erratic beaming light. Dead winds passed nonchalantly over the bitter town, holding to their smells and tastes of dirt. Filth stained windows and houses sat limp in their places, carrying the burdens of their in habitants. Crab grass and weeds grew in place of plants or shrubs; there was no beauty to be found. Distant pains and cries fell into the air; silent and cold…bittersweet.
Everyone seemed the same; with their angered appeal and dark, careless eyes. The town always seemed dead, lost, priding itself in the pains and tortures of others. They all thought they were perfect, they were above everyone else. And maybe that's because this town was hidden from the rest of the world, the rest of the universe. Those who dwelled in this place, were different from the regular human. It wasn't the fact that every man, woman, and child was a pure blood witch or wizard. No. It was something else, something a little more dangerous. There was no muggle in these beings, only magic. And magic is what flowed through their cold veins along with bitter blood. Their perfection, their beauty, their ugly nature kept them from the rest of the world. Each creature was filled with a different race, and unknown race to muggles and magical beings alike. Their powers of the mind were used to ensnare and destroy the weak. But most of their kind were weak themselves, mainly the younger ones. The elders found pride in the destruction of others minds, for that is what they did. These creatures were born knowing how to break into the minds of muggles and magic folk and distort what they knew and felt and breathed. Then, on rare occasions something spectacular happens in this little, dead town. One being, one creature is chosen by the magical world to join their presence at a school of all places! The letter seemed to find itself into the alternate universe, so that one soul could pass into the real world… to be almost normal. This only happened once everyone few hundred years and was looked upon with disgust by everyone else. If your child was chosen to attend their school, to join their world… you were thought of as a disgraceful family.
Glass eyes store blankly onward, past the desert sands and deserted buildings. Thick blonde hair was pulled back and naturally feathered with black streaks. The figure sat there as the sun died in the west. The room which kept the creature was dark and silent, everything around the being consumed her. Tears seemed to trickle down pale, blood stained cheeks, while blood rolled down from her upper lip. In one hand was held a crumpled paper, the other a cloth which was pressed against a rather large gash on the girls face. Trista was chosen to shame and disgrace her family. But it wasn't her choice, she never asked the magic world to contact her. She would leave tomorrow and never look back. She didn't care if she was shunned and forbidden to return to her homeland. This place, this town which she called home meant nothing to the girl, for she never experienced one ounce of happiness while there.
Chapter 1
The mornings sun could only last so long; with its pulsating and erratic beaming light. Dead winds passed nonchalantly over the bitter town, holding to their smells and tastes of dirt. Filth stained windows and houses sat limp in their places, carrying the burdens of their in habitants. Crab grass and weeds grew in place of plants or shrubs; there was no beauty to be found. Distant pains and cries fell into the air; silent and cold…bittersweet.
Everyone seemed the same; with their angered appeal and dark, careless eyes. The town always seemed dead, lost, priding itself in the pains and tortures of others. They all thought they were perfect, they were above everyone else. And maybe that's because this town was hidden from the rest of the world, the rest of the universe. Those who dwelled in this place, were different from the regular human. It wasn't the fact that every man, woman, and child was a pure blood witch or wizard. No. It was something else, something a little more dangerous. There was no muggle in these beings, only magic. And magic is what flowed through their cold veins along with bitter blood. Their perfection, their beauty, their ugly nature kept them from the rest of the world. Each creature was filled with a different race, and unknown race to muggles and magical beings alike. Their powers of the mind were used to ensnare and destroy the weak. But most of their kind were weak themselves, mainly the younger ones. The elders found pride in the destruction of others minds, for that is what they did. These creatures were born knowing how to break into the minds of muggles and magic folk and distort what they knew and felt and breathed. Then, on rare occasions something spectacular happens in this little, dead town. One being, one creature is chosen by the magical world to join their presence at a school of all places! The letter seemed to find itself into the alternate universe, so that one soul could pass into the real world… to be almost normal. This only happened once everyone few hundred years and was looked upon with disgust by everyone else. If your child was chosen to attend their school, to join their world… you were thought of as a disgraceful family.
Glass eyes store blankly onward, past the desert sands and deserted buildings. Thick blonde hair was pulled back and naturally feathered with black streaks. The figure sat there as the sun died in the west. The room which kept the creature was dark and silent, everything around the being consumed her. Tears seemed to trickle down pale, blood stained cheeks, while blood rolled down from her upper lip. In one hand was held a crumpled paper, the other a cloth which was pressed against a rather large gash on the girls face. Trista was chosen to shame and disgrace her family. But it wasn't her choice, she never asked the magic world to contact her. She would leave tomorrow and never look back. She didn't care if she was shunned and forbidden to return to her homeland. This place, this town which she called home meant nothing to the girl, for she never experienced one ounce of happiness while there.