Prologue

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People talk a great deal about being alone. The most used word is hard, being alone is supposed to be the worst thing in the world. Loneliness, the feeling that we get when we spend enough time away from humanity the feeling that can’t be described; at least it can’t be described correctly. Everything that I just said is a lie.  I have been alone my whole life and when that is the case you sort of don’t see it as the worst thing in the world, at least for me it's not. The worst thing that could ever happen to me is if I encountered a person. It's not easy for me to explain but what people say is “the worst thing in the world” could be "the best thing in the world for me." . I am not a dangerous person; I would never willingly hurt a person: ever. However, it's not up to me when my body reacts, it reacts, I have no control, at least not yet. I am a very skilled hunter I don’t hurt anything I don’t have to most of my friends are animals I have spelled to talk to me.  I have never met a person, my mother died giving birth to me and I never had a father the only reason I’m safe is that a very powerful witch managed to help me by putting a spell on me to be able to fend for myself whatever age I am. She died; the last witch is gone.  I don’t know what I am, but I do know that when I turn eighteen, I will finally be able to meet one person who won’t die at my hand. I have been waiting for that moment my whole life; well I was until I realized it was never going to happen and that I was okay being alone. So moral of this story being alone is not always “the worst thing in the world” but it could be “the best thing in the world” to keep people safe, I must be alone . Forever. Until I saw him that is what I thought, no I knew. Until him. P.S This is my first book so thank you for patience.
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