दृश्य:The first chapter is called " more than meet an eye. Be inspired by Percy Jackson and Harry Potter book 1. But original. The main character is a 13 year old boy with black hair and hazel green eyes. Living with his mean grandparents who blame him for being born the way he is. He is half human half vampire but doesn't know it at all.
Sure, here's a complete description of Elias Grayson:
Elias is a 13-year-old boy with a slim and athletic build. He has short, wavy black hair that stands upright, framing his angular face and highlighting his sharp, handsome features. His eyes are a bright hazel-green colour, which add to his mysterious and alluring appearance. His pale white skin gives him a somewhat ghostly appearance, making him look like he's dead, if it weren't for his vibrant eyes.
Here's a description of Elias's clothing:
Elias wears a black leather jacket, a dark grey T-shirt, blue jeans, and black sneakers. He also wears a silver cross necklace around his neck, which is a family heirloom. His outfit is simple and practical, reflecting his mysterious and alluring nature.
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The first chapter is called " more than meet an eye. Be inspired by Percy Jackson and Harry Potter book 1. But original. The main character is a 13 year old boy with black hair and hazel green eyes. Living with his mean grandparents who blame him for being born the way he is. He is half human half vampire but doesn't know it at all.
Sure, here's a complete description of Elias Grayson:
Elias is a 13-year-old boy with a slim and athletic build. He has short, wavy black hair that stands upright, framing his angular face and highlighting his sharp, handsome features. His eyes are a bright hazel-green colour, which add to his mysterious and alluring appearance. His pale white skin gives him a somewhat ghostly appearance, making him look like he's dead, if it weren't for his vibrant eyes.
Here's a description of Elias's clothing:
Elias wears a black leather jacket, a dark grey T-shirt, blue jeans, and black sneakers. He also wears a silver cross necklace around his neck, which is a family heirloom. His outfit is simple and practical, reflecting his mysterious and alluring nature.
Elias Grayson
male. He is a 13yearold boy living with his grandparents,who blame him for his mother's death. He is misunderstood,resilient,and determined. Elias struggles with his grandparents' cruelty and the mysterious circumstances surrounding his mother's death. He dreams of finding his father and uncovering the truth about his past. Despite the hardships,he remains strong and hopeful for a better future. His unique appearance and abilities hint at an extraordinary destiny.
Grandma Grayson
female. She is Elias's grandmother who blames him for her daughter's death during childbirth. She is bitter,cruel,and resentful. Grandma Grayson treats Elias poorly,often belittling him and making him feel unwanted. Her harsh words and actions contribute to Elias's feelings of isolation and low selfworth. Despite her cold demeanor,she occasionally shows glimpses of vulnerability when discussing her daughter’s death.
Grandpa Grayson
male. He is Elias's grandfather who shares the same resentment towards Elias as his wife does. He is stern,unforgiving,and dismissive. Grandpa Grayson rarely speaks to Elias directly but often criticizes him through his wife. His silence adds to Elias’s feelings of rejection and loneliness within the household. His presence reinforces the negative environment that Elias endures daily.
I hate Sundays.
For normal people, Sundays are a day to relax before the week begins.
For me, Sundays are the worst day of the week.
My grandparents hate me.
They have made it clear since I was old enough to understand that they blame me for my mother’s death.
They say I killed her by being born.
I don’t know how that works, but I know I am the reason she died.
I wish I could remember her; I wish I could remember what she was like.
Sometimes I remember what it feels like to be remembered by her.
I can’t explain what that memory is like, but sometimes, out of nowhere, I remember what it feels like when she touched me, smelled like her, and sounded like her.
Those memories are distant and unclear, like what you see through a thick fog.
I wish I could remember what she looked like; I wish I could remember what she smelled like.
Sometimes I think I remember what she smelled like, but when I sniff the air, there is nothing.
I sit on my bed, the morning light filtering through the thin curtains, casting shadows on the walls.
My room is small and cluttered, filled with old books and clothes strewn about.
I've always felt like a stranger in this space, like I'm just passing through.
But today, I'm determined to uncover any trace of my mother.
I begin rifling through drawers and boxes, each item I touch feeling like a potential key to unlocking her memory.
The air is thick with dust, and I can taste the stale smell of forgotten memories.
I push aside old toys and broken trinkets, my fingers brushing against the rough edges of worn-out books.
Suddenly, my hand closes around something smooth and leather-bound.
I pull out an old photo album, its cover creaking as I open it.
The pages are yellowed and brittle, but the images within are vibrant and alive.
I see faded pictures of my mother holding me as a baby, her smile warm and comforting.
Her eyes sparkle with a love that makes my heart ache.
I turn the page, and another image catches my eye - a picture of my mother standing in front of a grand, old-fashioned house.
The windows are tall and narrow, the door adorned with intricate carvings.
I wonder where this place is, and why my mother is standing in front of it.
Just as I'm about to turn the page again, I hear the door burst open behind me.
"What do you think you're doing?" Grandma Grayson's voice is shrill and accusatory.
I feel a jolt of fear as I turn to face her, the photo album still clutched in my hand.
Her eyes narrow at the sight of it, her face twisted in a scowl.
"You have no right to go digging through your mother's things," she spits out the words.
