Spark
READING AGE 18+
I am a Catalyst.
The Spark. At least that’s what the lore calls me.
The problem with being a Spark was two-fold.
Monsters were drawn to me. And I’d known so many of them that I found myself unable to be intrigued by any normal, human male.
I was drawn to those dangerous breeds like a moth to flame.
You’d think that with my time as a Spark, I’d have learned how to recognize each creature. But there were so many, I didn’t know where to begin.
Every male creature lusted for me. And I for them.
The trick I faced was in trying to identify the ones that might kill me as I wandered the country. Trying not to attract every unholy thing I came across.
Something I was clearly failing at.
Unfold
I put my faith in John Thomas. I put my faith in the Captain of the Blaze. And I climbed onboard. Ready to go to Haven Island.
The Blaze was a massive ship. The wood was polished darkly but had been worn in some places, to a lighter color, by the sun. Making it seem even more striking. The words along the front were done in emblazoned……
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