So, when I was at church, I was listening to the preachers like any normal christen would at my church. But, as I was listening, I felt my magick start to drain right out of me. I tried using it earlier, but it won't work. I fell asleep, which oddly enough never happens no matter how much I try when I'm there, and as I was listening, I realized that the people in charge of my church try to manipulate non-humans into not being able to use their magick, if that makes sense. I'm still mad, but I still wanna worship god, so, I'll find another way to do so, one that involves everyone, race, color, humans, mythicals, and anything else! Anyway, I got to go outside, but I died riding a bike, so, I'm in a grave now :)
Sil~
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My Life As A Mythical
Non-ficțiuneThis is my journey to figure out who I truely am. I swear, but I try not to do it that much. I usually replace words for things like fluff.
