Epiphany (bxb)

The Night Before

Just a taste of what's to come ;)

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This story is not a love story. It doesn't have a happy ending. It is a tale of heartbreak, tragedy and mindless lust. It is a journey of self-expression, self-mutilation and bravery as well as cowardice. View at your own discretion.

Casper Thornton wasn't your everyday sort of person. In a world unlike yours or mine, Casper sat at the pinnacle of his social economic. He was everything everyone aspired to be. Smart, powerful. And above all else.

A true pureblood.

Magic ran through Caper Thornton's veins, just like blood runs through yours. He was born and bred to raise the next few generations of magic. He was trained to be a sentinel at the world's most prestigious school. And above all else, he was the contribution to the primary moral of this story.

Kittson Mcnamara was everything but extraordinary. He was a Chimera. A half breed. A cast away from society. And an orphan for as long as he can remember. But little did he know, he was the missing link between Chimeras and Pure-Bloods. Unlike Casper, Kittson Mcnamara was born with magic as well as blood running through his veins.

Our story starts the day that Casper Thornton changed forever.

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Rain fell like bullets on the tin roof that kept Kittson and Mara sheltered from the angry sky. Kittson sat huddled where one concrete wall met another; in a small and cramped alleyway that laid just around the corner of a closed tuck-shop.

Mara watched the redhead sigh into the rags he called his sweater and observed the way his cheeks had sunken in and the way the soft moonlight illuminated the sharp rivets of his cheeks. The way his once fiery-red curls, sat in long mattered ringlets around his shoulders. And the way bruises slowly formed in splatters all over his smooth, pale skin. Mara watched with small, childlike eyes; and in her naivety she wondered if things would ever get easier. If her Kit would ever grow meat on his bones, or if he would die before his twentieth birthday.

But instead, Kittson sacrificed what precious time he had left without food. He sacrificed it for Mara. He stole, fought, gambled; all for Mara. But that left him with nothing. And Mara knew that would be the end of him. With all the wisdom of a seven year old.