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Journal Entry 1 -

I grew up in a household of three people. As far as I know of course since I actually grew up locked up in a room. I was told to practice spells, potions, and other things. That’s it. I wasn’t allowed to really do kid things. It was learn, learn, and learn more. I never got to experience actually human things. I ate what I was fed no questions asked. Sometimes I’d sneak out to go and visit my grandmother at her shop. I was closer to her than anyone else and I always got in trouble whenever they found me in the end. But, grandma had never told them where I was at. They’d drag me back home smack my hands with a switch until they were raw and then put me back to work. I wasn’t allowed to see any family. They didn’t want to see me anyway. I was the unholy halfbreed. My ‘father’ accepted me, but I actually wasn’t his. He was a warlock. I was only half warlock. I figured out pretty quickly that my mother cheated on my father. Because Lycans mates don’t have to be other Lycans or werewolves. It can be any supernatural species or even humans. She ended up pregnant with me after they had met one time at a meeting for the selected people for their own species.

And the connection was instant. An instant spark. They had spent the night together, but after my mother regretted it. She cut off all ties with my actual father and claimed that I was her husband’s kid. But, it became more obvious further along in her pregnancy it wasn’t like normal pregnancies. She began to crave more meats and even raw ones. Which of course isn’t the normal. So they did a blood test and she was ashamed. She begged for my father’s forgiveness and he gave it to her. But, where as she didn’t receive any of his anger. I received it all. She didn’t stop him either. Because I was her worst mistake she could ever make. It made me distrusting of people for a bit.

But, I slowly grew out of it and thought of it as normal. This went on for awhile. I would always just take it. No matter what they’d do. Making it be smacking my hands broken and raw with a switch. Using a spell to make me feel like I was suffocating until I would pass out. I was always punished for every little thing. As I got older though I stopped f***ing up as much. I’d still sneak out to visit my grandmother because well it was really my only escape. I did this up until eight years old. That’s when the accident happened. My grandmother had fallen ill and they did their hardest to just keep me locked up. Away from seeing her and well I was too defiant. So I went out to see her. And it was one of the hardest things,,, I could’ve seen. And that night is the night everything went done. They came to get me back home. It was late almost early morning when it all happened. They were dragging me home through the forest at the back of her shop. When the strangest thing occurred.

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docs.google.com/document/d/1gd2PnA2KXuvV20m03mUZzvBfbuZi5yqnTMebPSPGMRk/edit?usp=sharing (this has to be edited)

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As I got older I spent my time taking care of my grandmother’s shop. She was ill as well so I also took care of her. I really didn’t go out and explore. I was still oblivious to normal human things. I worked and worked really. But, at night I just kind of apparently changed. I didn’t know at first what happened. I didn’t know my wolf was unleashed and his anger was everywhere. He slaughtered animals left and right at night. I didn’t really start learning about him until my grandmother died. Many people came around acting like they were sad and it made me snap. That’s when I first learned of him officially. We at first didn’t get along. His anger was unnatural to me. I never experienced anger like that before so it was odd. (To be Continued)
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1 | Aug 25th 2019 02:47