Sixty-Four: Hybrid.

KAYLA.

“The crystal is what they call an amethyst, but this one is a little different.”

“It could have been doped with something by the witches since a very long time, designed to only recognize the chosen ones” Lucien said and it had been half an hour since we got back home but there was still an arch between my eyes.

He’d only come back after wearing on some clothes, more determined to prove all of this to me. But let it be known that, it would take more than a century old book about hybrids and supernatural for it to really sink in.

It wasn’t hard to believe that hybrids existed, it was just hard to believe that I was one, especially being told my whole life that I was nothing and even worse, I will still amount to nothing. And there was no one for me to ask because the only other person that could tell me the truth was my mother.

“The chosen one?” I echoed after him, reaching across the robe I wore.

“In this case, we’ll just look at it like hybrids.”

“For me to be one, my blood h