You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What you'll discover will be wonderful. What you'll discover is yourself. ~Alan Alda
Prologue
Discovering yourself should be wonderful; a huge revelation. Finding who you truly are is supposed to be a relief, a blessing. If that's so then why was this all so hard to swallow? Nothing in my eighteen years could have prepared me for any of this. I've entered a world so far from reality, a world with vampires and werewolves roaming the streets of the ordinary city I thought I knew so well. I've become something I never dreamed possible, something mythical. But, I suppose it's been in me all along.
This is all happening so fast, my head is spinning. Maybe it was a mistake to have come here in the first place. Maybe I can go back and pretend none of this happened. I keep thinking this is a dream, or alternate universe. I can't be sure. Staring into the face of my maker, my body quivers. Will warmth fill his dead heart and have mercy on me or will the ice of his vengeance continue to freeze it over?
As I stand living in what are most likely my last moments, my thoughts are filled with the events of the past four months. Time doesn't wait for you to adjust to change. It continues until you reach your breaking point and then stops in the most final of ways. It's during that point that everything that matters becomes clear. Love fills your heart, fuelling its beats, and gives you a shred of hope.
I smile and turn to meet his eyes and know that no matter what, I have lived and I have loved. My soul will stamp itself at this point in time and I will live through those I've loved and who have loved me. I may die now, but love is the one thing that will make me stronger and bring me above all of this. My maker chuckles, thinking he's won, but it is he who loses for he is the one stuck in an eternal damnation while I am free to fly.