Fey'RiRinn was never a normal girl. I knew that from a young age. She never seemed to get along with the other children, and she seemed to find some sick pleasure in hurting them. I tried my best to discourage it, but it almost seemed natural to her. But as she grew up, I stared to understand why she seemed so different from the rest of us. Her skin started to turn paler, almost stark white, and a pair of horns began to sprout from her forehead. She wasn't elven, she was Fey'ri. I should have known that the demon blood in my veins would eventually rear its ugly head. I should have know that this could happen.But now that I understand that Rinn is different, I can raise her better. Some of my friends brought up the idea of dropping her off at some orphanage or just leaving her in the streets. But I could never do that. No matter what, she is my daughter, and I will never abandon her. If the blood of demons will try to make her a monster, then I will just have to use my love to make her...
