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A couple days ago, I was a normal human, living a normal life in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Lived with my father, went to high school, partied like a regular 17 year old. Then it changed. Apparently I'm a doppelgänger, not just "oh you look sorta like this person", I mean identical. Can't tell them apart.
Then I met him. My doppelgänger.
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He talked about the supernatural and how everything I thought were myths, were real. I couldn't wrap my head around it, but yeah I thought it was pretty cool.
Slowly but surely I found out I'm not human. I was born to the line of the crescent pack. Werewolves. But not only am I a werewolf, I am also a witch - or some people would said warlock - but I like witch better. Everything changed from the moment on, I wasn't human, I didn't feel human, I was something people would call a monster and others a myth.
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And here I am now, living to my potential, but not quite ready for my wolf line to come in. I am starting to tap into my magic just now, but the world will one day remember the name Samuel Dumas, remember me as a legacy like my ancestor before me, Andrew Mikaelson.
