BLOOD OF SALEM
BY RACHEL WEHRLI
In many stories, people who are special, who are different, think they are alone. They think they're the only ones. That's never true. There are always others, and they are always around, waiting to be found. They may not be just the same—but that doesn't truly matter, does it?
It's like being a bear and thinking you're the only animal in the world. But then you find out foxes exit, as well as fish, and mountain lions. The fact that they are a different kind of special from you doesn't matter. You're all different from each other. Which makes you just the same.
And everyone is searching for just the same. Everyone yearns to not be alone anymore.
Everyone just wants to belong. They want to be meant for something more—something special. The kind of special that they can be proud of. The kind of special that doesn't make them feel like freaks of nature. The kind of special meant for heroes and legends. The kind of special that makes others revere them as heroes and legends.
Everyone just wants to be their own hero among legends.