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I was taken when i was young, too young to remember much of my parents. I dream about them, though, tall shadows that tower over me. Then..I never remember the rest, just wake up, on the floor,or in my bed,or sometimes even with my head on North's lap. North took me. He said he knew I would grow up to be a fine young girl, and he couldn't resist just reaching out and taking me while my parent's backs were turned. Sorry! I meant to introduce myself. I am Never, a mortal changeling. North's changeling. I have long, often tangled rust-red hair and giant blue eyes. North is my..master? No, not exactly. Father? Definitely not. Friend? Still, no. I do know I am his possession, something he stole to show how fast, sharp and cunning he is. North's full name is North By Northwest. He is tall, with burning orange eyes, and dark blue hair that is long, longer than mine. His ears are very long and point straight up. At first glance, he is beautiful. You want, need those hands to be touching you softly, caressing your skin and hair. Then you see them. He said it was a curse for refusing to be the Queen's consort. Instead of, hands he has long, ragged, ugly claws. He looks at them sadly and says 'Never, you are the only one who can bear to look at these, and be touched by them. Sometimes I fear you are the only thing that is keeping me sane.' He leans forward and kisses me. I am about to say something, to tell him. The words, I LOVE YOU! are bouncing around in my mouth. They do not come out. He does not love me in the way I love him. I know this. But still, I try.
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