~Draika~
Prologue
For as long as she could remember, she'd been different. Oh, nothing you'd really see on the outside-she was careful to keep it hidden. If you asked about why she always wore that long black cloak that trailed on the floor, you'd get some very foul mouth indeed. But she wanted to tell. It was…painful for her. Very painful indeed. But no one knew, and fewer asked. She asked herself everyday…
Why?
On her eleventh birthday, like all the other years, Draika changed, painfully changed. But this time, it was different. Splitting pain…pain…down her back…her feet… Blinded, she stumbled over to the low couch in her little room, curling up like so many other times, to wait it out. Somehow she was able to fall asleep, probably from exhaustion. When she woke, that's when she found out. Lifting her pounding head, she looked out the single window that gave her a wonderful view of Romania's landscape. Already, the workers that lived in the boarding house like her were up, clanging in the kitchen. Draika stood shakily, hungry as well.
Something brushed against her leg. No, something on her leg brushed against her other leg. Her feet clunked oddly as she dragged them on the floor. Her arms itched.
Draika blinked sleepily. What now? She'd had a rough enough night…but she knew the disease had gone a giant's step further to ruin her life…she had to see it. Holding her breath, she looked down…and let out a bloodcurdling scream before falling to the floor.
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Well! Did I grab your attention yet? J Keep in mind this is a prologue-the actual story takes place four years after this.
Prologue
For as long as she could remember, she'd been different. Oh, nothing you'd really see on the outside-she was careful to keep it hidden. If you asked about why she always wore that long black cloak that trailed on the floor, you'd get some very foul mouth indeed. But she wanted to tell. It was…painful for her. Very painful indeed. But no one knew, and fewer asked. She asked herself everyday…
Why?
On her eleventh birthday, like all the other years, Draika changed, painfully changed. But this time, it was different. Splitting pain…pain…down her back…her feet… Blinded, she stumbled over to the low couch in her little room, curling up like so many other times, to wait it out. Somehow she was able to fall asleep, probably from exhaustion. When she woke, that's when she found out. Lifting her pounding head, she looked out the single window that gave her a wonderful view of Romania's landscape. Already, the workers that lived in the boarding house like her were up, clanging in the kitchen. Draika stood shakily, hungry as well.
Something brushed against her leg. No, something on her leg brushed against her other leg. Her feet clunked oddly as she dragged them on the floor. Her arms itched.
Draika blinked sleepily. What now? She'd had a rough enough night…but she knew the disease had gone a giant's step further to ruin her life…she had to see it. Holding her breath, she looked down…and let out a bloodcurdling scream before falling to the floor.
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Well! Did I grab your attention yet? J Keep in mind this is a prologue-the actual story takes place four years after this.