A Beginning Thus Far I open my eyes and realize I'm in a field of snow. I cannot move my body. I can feel, though, and I would guess I've been here about an hour. It's not below freezing yet, but it feels pretty close. I'm fully clothed underneath my black cloak. I can't account for the time. The sun was setting when I headed out from our cabin through the woods with my two sisters and our wolves. The last things I remember are our wolves in front of us, the fur on their backs raised, growling, teethed bared and snarling. I remember something coming toward us. Katarina and Kathryn were yelling "run Kiah, run!", and trying to pull me along.A Beginning Thus Far
EmpathyWith her comes awkward silences and deep sorrow. Painful memories unforgotten and unforgivable. The sadness of the world overwhelms the room she is in. They avoid her like the plague. They call her death. She is always cold and always sad. She feels the pain of the world. She cries for them tears of blood. She bears her fangs, like an animal going in for the kill, she smiles, then she dies. She becomes a statue. All the world cries and they don't know why. For all the years that she felt their pain now they feel hers.Empathy
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“West was then a small, slender, spectacled youth with delicate features, yellow hair, pale blue eyes, and a soft voice, and it was uncanny to hear him dwelling on the relative merits of Christ Church Cemetery and the Potter's field.”
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