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When Reality and Fantasy Collide
My name is Emily Robertson. I live in a perfectly normal town with perfectly normal people, where the weirdest thing out there is the fact that my grandpa named his son 'Robert Robertson'.
Oh, scratch that last. That certainly isn't the strangest thing going on around here. Well, at least one thing's for certain. I ain't normal and that's a fact. Seriously, how many girls do you know that can sprout feathery wings and fly around, hidden only by a cover of darkness? I'm the only griffin I know.
And it's not just me. There's a singing girl with a fish tail that hangs around secluded beaches. And that combined with those missing, probably dead, sailors can't just be a coincidence. Very fishy, and the pun was intended. There's a boy who keeps coming back no matter how much you throw at him, he just can't be killed for some reason by normal means. He has it in for some other guy, and there's been loads of forest fires lately that don't usually occur.
Then, of course, there's HIM. Not that I have even a single clue who mystery-boy actually is. But really, it would be nice to know who I'm sharing the thermals with these days.
I dunno what's going on around here. People are dying, strangers are arriving, and something is attacking. Something is up, and I'm gonna find out.
Oh, scratch that last. That certainly isn't the strangest thing going on around here. Well, at least one thing's for certain. I ain't normal and that's a fact. Seriously, how many girls do you know that can sprout feathery wings and fly around, hidden only by a cover of darkness? I'm the only griffin I know.
And it's not just me. There's a singing girl with a fish tail that hangs around secluded beaches. And that combined with those missing, probably dead, sailors can't just be a coincidence. Very fishy, and the pun was intended. There's a boy who keeps coming back no matter how much you throw at him, he just can't be killed for some reason by normal means. He has it in for some other guy, and there's been loads of forest fires lately that don't usually occur.
Then, of course, there's HIM. Not that I have even a single clue who mystery-boy actually is. But really, it would be nice to know who I'm sharing the thermals with these days.
I dunno what's going on around here. People are dying, strangers are arriving, and something is attacking. Something is up, and I'm gonna find out.