BlueK Dynasty: The 1st Seven Days Read Online Free PDF

the only place in the city
where trees and plants were allowed to grow. The mayor had
sanctioned it off years ago for greenhouse usage. Flowers were
sparse in the city, but not in Dover Square
Park.   
    She crept under the moon’s
light and tried to stay hidden. Kurma saw homeless people sleeping
under the canopy of trees and old tents. Maybe this was the exact
place she needed to be. She remembered there was a museum in the
northern part of the park. As a kid she used to play on the
gargoyles at the entrance. The museum was made entirely of stone,
with stone stairs   that led up to a second floor and pillars and columns made of
rock all around. All the statues were made of stone too. Kurma
could remember how her mother used to tell her that if she was bad
she would have to live there, with no lights or food. The museum
was long since abandoned, and Kurma was sure there would be people
living in the stone rooms now, though she hoped not all of them
would be occupied.   
    The bushes gave way as she
stepped out from the lawn of the park onto the stone floors that
made up the museum’s entrance. There, as she had remembered, were
the gargoyles that protected its occupants from evil. Their faces
were smashed in and ugly. Kurma hoped they would keep out as many
people as possible.   
    She silently walked
through the tight entrance. When she was a child, the place had
seemed huge, but now that she was older and her body was bigger,
she realized it wasn’t so big and grand after all. The stairs to
the left that led up to the second-floor balcony was old and
decrepit. The steps were chipped and crumbling from years of usage,
and Kurma feared the noise would give away her presence.
    
    On the second floor, her
own shadows frightened her. They made her body look even more
morphed, and her wings were expansive. The moonlight amplified her
transformation against the stone walls, and in agony she tried to
tell her body to change back. She could feel her old bones breaking
and her muscles ripping even as she thought about the change over
and over again. Sweat coated her forehead, and when she tried to
wipe her face she felt tiny, hard scales that she hadn’t noticed
before.   
    Repeatedly she told
herself to change back into her old self, who didn’t have scales,
and metal daggers, and wings. Finally, on the eighth try, while she
crawled on all fours, her bones listened to her demands and bent
her legs back into place. She felt her skin tighten
underneath   her arms and her wings disappear into her skin, though she
could still feel the rubbery spots where the wings used to be. She
had all five fingers back, and her toes looked normal. She felt her
face, and her skin was clammy and moist.   
    Pushing her hair back from
her face, she tried to stand and could barely keep her footing. She
was cold; at least in her hairy form she hadn’t felt the damp air.
Naked and tired, Kurma curled up in a ball to keep the night air
off her body.   
    High up on the top balcony
overlooking the park, there were no bums or homeless people to her
knowledge; there were only mice that scurried away from Kurma and
bugs that crawled over her. She watched the stars outside and
wondered about her family, and what Santino was doing at that exact
moment. She knew he was lost to her unless there was a way to
reverse his condition, as she had somehow done. Kurma didn’t see
how their old relationship could work any other
way.   
    She never felt so alone in
all her life. In a world where space was limited and people lived
on top of one another, Kurma only wanted to be a part of it all,
but she couldn’t. She wasn’t normal anymore. She could morph and
change on command, but she was the only one of her kind that she
knew of. No mother, no brothers, and no Santino.   
     
     
     
     
    6.
    These teeth were made for
biting   
     
     
    The fall was high and
dangerous, but Santino zeroed in on the ground below and jumped
anyway. His senses were