I had been traveling for weeks. I was no longer sure where I was or what I was looking for. I avoided the towns like the plague I would be to them. I wandered the night and hid for the entire day, never seeing another soul for days. This night had started the same way; I meandered aimlessly until the silence was shattered by screams. Intrigued by the sounds, I hurried and watched as the humans slaughtered a Cherokee village. For reasons I still do not understand, I intervened despite going against my survival instincts and saved one human.
The only survivor of her tribe, she asks me nothing. She saw the monster in me, what I am capable of, watched me rip soldiers and scatter their parts across the field. She does not ask because she already knows the answer. Her skin contrasts against mine as I lead her by the hand. I am not sure where I am, but I now know where I am going. To the one person I trust to make this woman my immortal friend. I am going home and Marcella will make her mine.
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