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My sisters named was Cassie. Then I noticed it, that hair wasn’t brown but blond, and that voice wasn’t my older sister's, but Abigail's. I approached feeling desperate, that could not happen to me again, I could not lose another loved one once more. "Abbie...” Now it was me who spoke, as I watched the other Alex hug Abigail's almost inert body. “It doesn't matter, I'm dead already...” “No! Abigail! Not you!” I yelled trying to push the other Alex for me to try to do something, but it was impossible, my hands kept going like I was a ghost.

Lyle seethed as he stood to his feet, putting a considerable amount of distance between them as Vara spat out dirt. "Yes me. Did you miss me?" She grinned. "Why the fuck are you following me?!" Lyle asked and Vara shrugged. "Is that a trick question?!" She asked as she tilted her head. "Good thing you're alone. I'm going to finally enjoy ripping you apart." Lyle smirked as he tore his shirt off. Elliot watched in horror and fascination as his brother transformed in the blink of an eye and made a beeline for Vara. Vara was in close range, she had not expected him to turn so fast, so quickly. She struggled to pull the gun from it’s holster but it was stuck, by the time she finally succeeded, L

**Leylie’s POV** By eight in the evening, I was physically exhausted, but my heart felt lighter than it had in months. Ava was a delight. Spending the afternoon with her, watching her draw, seeing her shy smiles, and hearing the mechanical voice on her tablet read out her thoughts made me feel like I was doing something that truly mattered. For the first time in a long while, I wasn’t just surviving. I was helping someone.

“Meet Misfit,” Luke says helpfully, though he’s already halfway to the window, peeking out at the helicopter pad like there might be something interesting going on. There’s not. His own stuffed toy is dangling at his side like a discarded piece of cloth. The poor dinosaur doesn’t get an introduction. “He’s a secret demon warlock and knows how to use a sword.” Leyla squeals. “That’s so cool!” “And this is Princess Pixelbrain,” Lili says, proudly holding up her bunny like a sacred offering. “She has her own tiara, does ballet, and probably runs an empire. Also, she likes cheese puffs.”

Then slowly — very slowly — she dropped to one knee. Not in defeat. In recognition. “Father,” Luna whispered. The word struck Lily like ice water. The wind died completely. Even the leaves stopped moving. And then he was there. Not arriving. Not appearing. Just… there. Standing behind Lily like he had always been there. She turned slowly. He looked human. That was the worst part. Tall. Blonde hair like theirs — but brighter, almost white. Blue eyes identical to theirs, but deeper. Endless. Like looking into a sky with no stars.

"Lyla. I thought you were dead." "The Council tried," the woman, Lyla, said. She looked at me and tilted her head. "So, this is the new one. The one who thinks she’s the Origin." "What is she talking about?" I asked Rowan, a pit of dread forming in my stomach. Lyla laughed, and as she did, violet runes—identical to mine—began to glow on her skin. She raised her hand, and a ball of violet fire danced on her fingertips.

Secretive in thought and emotion, Lycer mostly keeps his past and current struggles to himself, hiding behind a playful persona Lesa: She/Her: Full of love and always protected by the communities around her, Lesa isn't prepared for the betrayal to come to her. Nonetheless, she will persist for not only herself but also the child she carries; determined to give him the same upbringing full of love that she received

On a side table, a bottle of amber liquid and two crystal glasses glittered under the low lights. Levi walked behind his desk but didn't sit down. He leaned his hands on the dark wood, looking at her. "You look like a drowned rat, Lily." The bluntness of his words stung, but she couldn't deny it. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, feeling utterly exposed. "If you brought me up here just to insult me, I'll leave." "With fifty dollars in your pocket and no shoes?" Levi asked, a faint, mocking edge to his voice. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, sleek black device. He tapped the screen, and a holographic display projected a crystal-clear image into the air between the