![]() Just a handful of kids trying to break free, find their place, and all in the great presence of the entire 'packdom'. Of which there are four from the home of unwanted, and I hear maybe three from the packs around. I have no delusions that it means anything of the sort for any of us turning tonight. A passing from child to adult and normally where you would find your place in the pack - get a mate. Your awakening is a bit like graduation in a sense. none of us want to stay here and growing up is the only way out. We are a bit like the lost boys in Wonderland, except. I am amazed that kids like us even get to go through with the ceremony, I mean it's kind of a big deal and we are kind of not. They were ashamed of the failings of our families and we are the ones to carry that burden. So many young with no one left and seen as cursed. I don't think they knew what else to do with us. ![]() Shunned because we are the shameful proof that their own packs failed them. It would have been kinder to end our misery back then, than leave us to live as outcasts among our own people. We were just two small girls left with no guardians put in this place for unwanted cubs, to live out our days in unexceptional ways. We were feuding before the vampires united every one of us. I guess because she is from the Santo pack and they have hated the Whyte pack since long before the war. So is she, but it didn't warm her to me in anyway. I'm an orphaned no-one whose parents died in the war of ten years ago against the vampires. She makes it clear she doesn't like me and much like everyone around me, they all keep their distance. She's like me, although in all the years we have bunked together I can't say we have ever become friends. My ceremony has me all churned up inside and restlessly pacing the room I share with Vanka. Another reason we are snubbed and left to our own devices in this hell hole they call a home. Not that it is unusual in our bloodline, as almost every female in my family didn't 'come out' until they hit their late teens. My name is Alora Dennison and I am literally hours away from my awakening ceremony at the ripe old age of 18 years old, with absolutely no one who gives a crap about me to be there. Nothing spectacular about them ,no grand rise from nothing to something as they dawn into adulthood. You know those stories about unwanted rejects, whose loved ones either died or all abandoned them to drift aimlessly through the world? A worthless no one almost invisible to other people.
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