Prologue
Crystal, was what the humans called them. Quin was what we called them, our kryptonite
But funny thing was that my body was laced with it, the same things that could kill even the king of our kind. Maybe that's why I was buried alive and soaked in Quin.
I was more than 19 or 20 feet down. No am not a vampire and no am not a werewolf or a dragon nor am I an ogre or a witch am a Nyx.
I was about two hundred years old when they buried me I don't know how many years have past and I don't know when I will get out. But I do know that when I do the Fates will be missing a whole specie and be looking for another kryptonite specifically designed for me.
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Silver Crysta
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