Demir
I never use the powers that my shadow half bestowed upon me when it was attached to me at birth. People say that it’s a gift, and I should cherish it and use it wisely, that shadow shifters are such a rare thing in the world anyway, so having one in your family is supposed to be a blessing.
It’s a curse.
From the moment I was born, I was hated because of it, I was shunned and cast away. I was told I was an abomination. Broken. The black sheep in the perfect Aslan family, a snake among the lions. They taught me that using the dark power within me is unholy, and unclean, and would bring shame and dishonor to our blood. Their blood.
They taught me all kinds of things that horrified me when I was a young boy and my world was filled with nightmares, but stealing someone else’s though
