Corim's Thoughts

When I was six years old, I grew fangs, like a wolf. At first I thought nothing of it, I was six. My first teeth fell out and grew in like everyone else. Then something changed. My eye teeth did not come in normally, they were longer and pointed. I would smile and people would turn their eyes aside. They weren't cruel, but I felt isolated just the same. The Colms acted like there was nothing wrong for years. So I asked them why I had sharp pointy teeth and no one else did. They had no answer for me. It was then that I started to suspect that they might not be my parents. Why can't they see that I would have still been there if they had only told me the truth.