I grew up thinking that I was just halfblooded and lived with constant reminders that I was only half-human, which made me hated by the elves, and half-elven, which no human could find out about. I was a child that no one cared about, too quiet to be heard, too lost to be helped but also too stubborn to die. I managed to keep these two worlds balanced perfectly for twelve years, but failed to keep my secret the night my mother almost killed me...