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I physically feel sick because I’m so disgusted with myself. When did I become this person? I will never, ever forgive myself.

I think I told someone I’d put some writing up here…

It’s not very good - in fact even compared to my usual dribble it’s not very good. But my better stuff is on paper, and right now I’m too lazy to type it up. Maybe I’ll put it up some other time. Anyway yeah, so here’s a sneak peek of some crap I wrote :)

Niala and Kai were twins. They both had the same shimmering silver hair and bright eyes, filled with childhood innocence. Niala rarely spoke, though when she did her words were measured and intelligent, whilst Kai filled in any silence that his sister left with meaningless chatter. Kai fought like a bear, ruthless and strong, whilst Niala took swift, elegant attacks. Their parents often called them Ying and Yang, and believed that the two balanced each other out so well that they would be a strong force once they were grown past children. When it was just the two of them, they barely spoke. They had no need, when there was such a strong connection.

It was only weeks before their 8^th birthday that an army of lycan descended on Niala’s home. She fled and could do nothing but watch as the people she had grown up around were torn apart by the wolves.  She never saw Kai again, but she felt the moment when he died. It was like a presence leaving her, and she found a whole new kind of darkness in it’s place. Once the burning smell of the wolves had faded enough for her to smell nothing but the spilled blood of vampires, she slid from her hiding place and searched. The sadness in the survivor’s eyes matched her own as the small group discovered what was left of their loved ones.

Niala changed at the moment she saw her mother and father’s corpses. She turned on her heel and walked, and never again returned to the place. She refused to be sucked into the war, when it brought nothing but death, but she would never feel anything but hate for the species that ripped her world apart.

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