Purpose: Whisperer of Night
Keya Jay
PURPOSE:
Whisperer of Night by: Keya-Jay
Copyright 2013/14 Keya-Jay
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I want to thank everyone who encouraged me to never give up and to those same people who were the first to read my books, your feedback was greatly appreciated! I also want to thank other authors for their inspiration which in its self granted me the inspiration to pursue my dream! Last but not least I want to thank my RPW friends and WN friends who’ve read every chapter as I was writing them and gave me amazing feedback in order to make it better. So THANK YOU!
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Characters:
[My name is Skylar Royce]
I wasn't born, I was created. I’m not what I once was. Standing at my father’s grave I can’t help but think: Here lies my hopes and dreams...lame right? Imagine that on your tombstone; but no really he’s my everything and everything I do I do for him. I love my mom with every fiber of my being but she doesn’t love me back and it hurts. I want to be more for her; for me, but I’d be lying if I said I deserve it.
I'm a whisperer, wisp for short. A whisperer? What’s a whisperer, you ask?
Well I am silly! I'm a whisperer, I am something you can't elucidate, I have no meaning yet others still try to define me, I'm a monster to some and a savior to others but no one knows what lies beneath the surface.
No one should dare claim what they have no business knowing about but sadly that doesn't stop most from thinking they know it all, every and anything there is to know about me when the truth is they know nothing about me, zilch, zip, nada; not a damn thing. But it can be quite entertaining the tales they tell. The rumors they conjure up and the gullible little humans ready with their beaks wide open to take what little someone decides to feed them; it's just priceless all of it!
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[My name is Ryder Ferris]
I am legend! I’m to be treated with nothing but respect. I will not tolerate disobedience, I’ve worked too hard to get to where I am now and I’m not turning back.
But I know what I am truly and it’s not a leader I deny myself the pleasure of happiness. I can’t even visit my own mother, too afraid I’d get too close, too afraid I’d end up loving her. Though to some I seem ruthless and soulless, it’s not true. I think I’ve helped more than I’m aware of. I don’t like humans and it has everything to do with my parents and nothing to do with the worthless souls themselves.
The living worthless souls manipulate you; they think they can turn your own feelings against you. I surround myself with very few humans, and the ones I surround myself with tend to point out that whenever I talk or even acknowledge another I tend to speak down to them, and it’s true no one deserves my respect anymore, I’ve given too much of it away and the renegade was like a slap in the face.
I hate the spineless living-souls that surround me constantly. They're all manipulators! Every. Single. Last. One! All of these worthless mortals should be rid of; they should not allow such pity to walk the earth. They are a waste of air!
I am a whisperer, I may not be a king but I do have status.
I search out those of the wisps who don't realize what they are, the brainless turds that need guidance like a baby learning to take its first steps; pitiful! Why I do it, you wonder? Simple it gives me power over my own kind and I live for power someone has to, if not then this excuse for a human race will diminish, cease to exist.
