Terror knows no bounds, especially when you are visited by your own Shadowkin, while you are trying to sleep. I woke to a black, shadowy figure, cloaked in a black hood, with no face, floating slightly above me. I could hear the force coming from it’s figure, almost like the wind, but something else entirely, like the vacuum of outer-space! This figure was like that of Death, the Grim Reaper, but with no body, with just a cloak and a black void for an inside.
This was it, at least I thought; I was sure to die alone, with this omen of death! It was peering deeply into my eyes, which was horrifically terrifying, to the point that I started screaming, flailing my arms, and I sprang out of bed, jolting into the hallway, just outside of my own room. The being was gone by time my parents could come back to see it. For the longest time, I thought that it was the Grim Reaper, but it was much more than that!
At a very young age I had known of hidden powers, forces that we could not ordinarily see. I could see them, very well, very well indeed. I knew that I had powers beyond my wildest dreams, but I could not even begin to learn how to control them, as they controlled me. Nobody knew how to help me, nobody had even known the things that I had heard or seen. Many times today, people will tell me that I just had a vivid imagination, or that I was just imagining things, or so to say that I was just seeing things. Well, nobody could tell me that I was going crazy, for I had always known better.
Very recently, I had figured out that I was something other than human, but while still being a human, my soul was not entirely that of a human. My awakening was a very difficult process, as I could feel that my soul would change from time to time. I figured I must’ve been a shape-shifter, or maybe I was a Demonkin, which runs in my dad’s bloodline; or maybe I was a Dark Angel, because Angelkins run in my mom’s bloodline. Whatever it was, it was haunting me, really badly.
One day, I had made my way around a website for Otherkin, such as myself, that had described various Otherkin types, ones that I had never even imagined. My energy was very faint, very empty, and very dark. Yet my kindness, though obscured, was very vibrant, but I couldn’t figure out why I had always been a Goth. Goth’s in and of themselves have many different personalities; some are kind, some are evil, but one thing is for certain, I wasn’t very Angelic. I also wasn’t ever Demonic, but I had always had a rebellious streak. What was I to do, other than assume that I was just a freak?
My awakening soon took another turn, my energy was very dark, very void, so what other thing could I be, other than what I had read on the Otherkin website; what if, I was…a Shadowkin? The Shadow being that I had encountered, could it have been one of my very own family members, who was dis-incarnate? Maybe it was trying to communicate with me, rather than trying to take my soul! It was very terrifying, as the Shadowkin who wrote an article that I had read mentioned, that their presence is very often threatening. I had awakened, I had become…a full-fledged Shadow-being.