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it that day for some reason or another. It's funny how the most unimportant de

me look ridiculously childish and innocent, w

ted an didn't realize how far into the twisting maze of trees I'd gone. The silence and beauty of the vast forest captivated my seven-year-old attention. The sun snuck through the openings in the leaves, warming my skin in blotches. T

ght on my big toe, squirming and twisting, trying to find the grou

orgotten in comparison to what truly dominated the importance of that day.

what to call myself. A freak, maybe. That was as good as any other name I'd tried to claim:

signs of civilization. Wide tree trunks with reaching, spindly branches obscured the path I'd taken, and my footsteps that could hav

at stupid dress. Instead, I wanted desperately to be alone, so I tu

steadily growing taller, stronger, and thicker. By the time I'd forced myself through the last wall of we

n the luscious grass and all kinds of insects were drawn towards the brightly colored flowers. The water in the pond was as bl

ng as I could remember when I splashed into the freezing cold liquid. Droplets ascended into the air, and the

a frog burped. War

ead was on the bank, the cool mud pillowing my fall and seeping into my neck. The water lost its appeal and

med, but I wasn't sure. Even if I had, I was too fa

cking the strength of the Earth. The water lapped against my body enthusiastically, liquefying whatever the ground solidified. T

ge of consciousness, giving me just enough strength to not succumb to t

bother moving, too absorbed in the aches flowing through my entire body.

ried to get up, it took me a while. The important things you should note occurred once

, and it picked me up, literally, when I felt down. I couldn't fly, but if I caught a strong enough air current, it could pick me up off the ground. Let's just say I freaked out and my ass was bruised after I foun

sical part of my change. Back at the orphanage,

robing stares. They gasped and each one turned away. Huh,

't the intensity of my hostile look; it was my l

once chocolaty brown eyes were now a hard topaz color, like frozen caramel. I'd never seen anything so unnatural looki

zing with me. Papers fluttered everywhere, and my hair swirled around my head like a black halo. Thunderclouds appeared out of nowhere, and the lightening seemed to be drawn towards me. It cracke

n just as fast. I sat in the middle of my destroyed room, not caring that the three other girls

stranger powers for the past eleven years. Now, though, I was going to get answers, and nothing

or this Killian guy like a t

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t is. Hopefully the next one will be bett

? Does the physical appearance of the please make you want