Lance

I walked out of her room drained, and almost dead. Thankfully, I met her father. I could only gesture to him to come with me. When we got to the room, she was still weak and on the bed. Blood was everywhere and all over her body. He rushed to her side and pushed her hair. A messy pile of hair. He was shocked. She's different. I too saw it from where I stood. I was too tired to move an inch or even be surprised.

"She's not the one," there's disappointment in his voice as he turned to me. My eyes were beginning to fail me. She reached...