I call myself crazy and stupid, but that never really fit the description of what I did. Mentally stupid was more like it. But we'll get back to that in a minute.
My name is Anabelle Elizabeth George. I'm sixteen. I have raven hair and tan-ish skin.
And color changing eyes.
I'm an orphan. Nobody had taken me in after John Kenny had died. He began to care for me when I was only five. He was the only one out of the whole town.
See, most of the people where I live are superstitious. They all thought orphans were cursed, beings that brought sickness and death or bad luck. Mr. Kenny was the only one who could love me, and he died when I was fourteen.
I knew he probably didn't want to leave me all alone, but he didn't have much of a choice. He had been sick all of his life. He knew he would have to go at some point. Now being alone is all I ever thought of. The loneliness I got stuck with, that increased all the superstition, was the only thing I had left.
Until one day that I did the worst possible thing I could ever do. I walked up to a wolf. And that changed my life forever.
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Wolves, Elves, Dragons, and Magic, this story is a fairytale with a twist. ~ My name is Anabelle. At least I think. I've been living alone for the longest time, until my whole life changed. I started getting dreams. And then I met my mate. And now I...