Life is uncertain. I was taught that by my friend, Jem. One day, you are here, and the second Death is grabbing at you with his grimy fingers, and you can't help but wonder, did I do it? Did I accomplish what God put me on this Earth to do?
The day I chose to be Nephilim was the day I accepted Death. We are not immortal. We do not last forever, there is no happily ever after , no matter what the fairytales tell you. And if you do live longer than most, you are plagued with memories . You must watch your life wither away, and you cannot. stop. time.
I am not the heroine of this story. That claim solely goes to Tessa. But I was a part of the tale. And this tale does not end in a satisfying desuetude for either one of us. I will not give you false hope. I do not acquire a prince, something that would make my inadequate life worth living. Instead, I watch and I hurt and I wait.
Have I quite scared you away, friend? I should hope not. Although, Will always said my words would lead to my desolation. Yet, that might have been requital for leading a band of misfit ducks to his chambers. Oh. Am I getting ahead of myself? Forgive me. It's been so long.
Well, here you have it. A tale of a merry band of demon slayers, eccentric inventors, and unrequited love. Because, what is a story without a little heartbreak?
