He was one of them.
I (Lisa) couldn’t get over it.
He was one of them, a dragon.
I’d always thought his passion was unusual, for one of my kind, a sphinx. Sphinxes are relatively earth-based. We don’t anger easily, but we’re not airheads, like unicorns. We also don’t cry easily, like mermaids.
I had liked Evan because he was different, because he cared about me. He didn’t automatically conform to our world’s “myth-based” social structure. Generally, sphinxes stuck with shpinxes, dragons with dragons, so on and so forth, but Evan had all sorts of friends.
Kelly the unicorn, Dean the mermaid, Cook the sphinx.
I’d just thought he was unusual. A new person. Not one of those tryants, those torturers.
“It’s not my fault!” he’d said, the night I found out, “I was born this way! Don’t you think I want to change it?!”
I didn’t know. I didn’t care. All I knew was, I had to get away.