I guess I should start with my name. I am Alina... um, something. Dark brown hair, dark brown eyes. I'm sixteen years old, and I have a long and I mean LONG backstory. One, I'm an orphan. One day I came home from school, my mom was gone. I was nine, I think. I couldn't remember anything, who is was, where is was, and where I belonged. With my parents not around, that left me to fend for myself. I got into this thing called, oh yeah, depression. You get used to finding hard, long hours alone, wishing and hoping that I would be noticed. Finally, I was found hiding in an alley, shivering, eyes shut closed. A man helped me up, telling me to open my eyes. I did, turned around, and on the wall I saw graffiti of the Greek gods. I turned around, and the man was gone. But in his place, lucky me, I saw my city, New York, in flames. People screaming, buildings crumbling, and huge... are those monsters? I looked around in panic, seeing waves rise, and... skeletons? Oh god oh god, I thought, and hid in the alley corner, closed my eyes, and waited for this nightmare to end.
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The Light of Apollo
FanfictionPain comes in many different ways. I learned that lesson long ago, too soon, too young, when I ran away and came home to an empty, silent house. But my story was far from over.
