I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to be a monster either. I wasn’t getting a choice. As the fangs and claws tore into my body, I knew I was doomed. I would survive...probably. I knew what to expect...partially. But I didn’t see this coming. After all no one expects their life to end at 22.
“Representatives, ambassadors, council members; something has to change and soon, or we will all fall to the humans and their science. We cannot remain in hiding for much longer.”
It was a scary announcement coming from Princess Ceraphina. The tall, eerily beautiful, fairy sat on the far end of the room next to a large mirror with the rest of her kind.