The moonlight filtered through the trees and shone upon two figures gliding through the forest to each other.

This is not right, whispered the smaller figure, as if afraid they would be heard.

So what? You and I both know that no one will get hurt because of this, remarked the larger.

No, we cant keep defying the natural laws and orders of our kind. You have your clan, and I have mine. I believe that some may already know of our outings, said the smaller again, fretfully.

The larger figure now stepped into the moonlight, revealing their face a a man. He reached out to the shadow in front of him, a questioning look on his face.

He drew the smaller figure to him into the light, showing their features to be a young, beautiful womans.

Everything will be okay, youll see, cooed the man.

The woman tore herself away from him and ran off into the darkness, not looking back at the heartbroken face behind her.






In a land, far away for the reaches of our knowledge, lived spirits and sprites. They all gathered in groups and packs called clans. It was forbidden to mingle with anyone from another clan, since the child would become too unpredictable. It was the defiance of this simple law, that created our hero...

The blazing heat caused sweat to drip down my neck, and water to slosh in the wooden pail that weighed down my arms. This was my life. My mother, Amber, had been shunned by her clan because of who my father was. My father had been from another clan, and we were at war with that same clan. His involvement with me and my mother had never been known, so he remained to live an easy life with his friends and family.

However, my mother was banished from the clan when they learned that my father had been from another clan. We had been forced to live off of the scraps that the kinder spirits would give us.

I trudged wearily into the small hut that some neighbors had built for us. It wasnt much, but Amber said to always be grateful that they were willing to risk their life to aid us.

Tch, yeah right, aid us. Dont even bother trying to convince anyone of that. They were only trying to make sure that we didnt invade anyones property, I thought bitterly. Mothers naive if she really thinks that.
I looked up and saw some other spirit children prancing through the forest. They also saw me at that moment, and all ran off to their parents. I was considered a bad omen, and most of the spirits and fairies took luck and astrological signs very seriously.

I also looked different from the rest of them. While most of my mothers former clan had brown hair, My hair was black. I may have been able to blend into my fathers black-haired clan though, except because of my mother almond colored hair, I had strands of different shades of brown, so I stood out no matter where I went. Not only that, but because of the different abilities my parents distinct clans have, I could morph into a fox-wolf hybrid. I could become a creature with the rounded snout of a wolf, but with the fluffy tail of a fox. My pelt was jet-black. However, since I had never been taught how to control my spirit, I couldnt change at will, only when I experienced great emotion. Because of this, I was often seen as a half-half, a tainted spirit that is often trapped between a human form, and a creature form. In other words, I often had the tips of my wolf ears sticking out through my hair, and a small black tail behind me. I wasnt sure how old I was, but I would say Im around twelve.

The other, non-banished spirits thought that people like me were unstable, and not something that should be kept near untainted spirits like them.

Untainted my butt, I scoffed out loud. The spirit children, or as we called them, Dadous, heard me, yelped, and ran off. Its not like its my fault that I was born like this and act this way! Ambers always sick, and no one would teach me anything. Nobody understands that. Suddenly, a furry ball tackled me.

Get off of me, you brute! I yelled.

Never! said the furry creature, morphing into a boy about the same age as me. I take that back. There is one person who understands me, but also isnt me. Deene was the only boy that didnt care about my parentage. I felt like I could tell him about everything. Well, not everything. I cant tell him about that. He would take me place right away, and I cant let him get hurt because of me, considering everything hes done for me.

Deene! Come back inside and stop playing with that... that... demon! screamed Deenes mother, Maura, from his doorway.

I pushed Deene off of me, and ran off. His mother hated me, and thought that whenever I was near her or her family, I was bringing bad luck with me. As I ran off, I yelled back to Maura; The only demon around here is you! I laughed the rest of the way home, just picturing her face as she let the insult sink in.

You wanted to see what I could write free-writing. I posted something I wrote in Storybird. What do you think of it?

its cute

:P Thx, I really don't like sharing my writing, that's why...

*cuddles*

Trust me, if you lived my life for the first nine years, you would feel the same way.

hey i rarely share my own writings because i'm hoping to publish it, i started when i was 11 and finished age 22, still need to go back and edit.

Sometimes i let some people read it because i like commentaries.

Just saying, I was like that when I was five because I read a lot and I spent majority of my time making writing phrases and using a thesaurus. I was already reading Harry Potter at that age. I tried writing something for fun, and showed it to others for fun. I did that for about a year, then I stopped sharing.

Believe me when I say, if you had the same experience with "comments" and "sharing" things that I had, then you would've done the same thing. Well, not just that, overall, just my whole life until fourth grade. If you went through life like I did for those years, then you would also dread sharing writing.

what did they do?

did they steal or made fun of it?

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=47963&page=7#66 Author: Xenios Time Posted: 6/18/2017 at 3:40 PM It depends; can you PM me a link (so we don't clutter this thread?)

Can I message you through here instead? My computer glitches whenever I PM someone.