AN: Hey, guys! I'm back with the 2nd Pearl Drops book. Hope you enjoy.
Summary: Torrence Hudson is an adopted child with a hard life. She feels as if she has no one, even though she has great friends and a wonderful boyfriend. Then she meets Chris, her twin brother, and so many great and terrible things begin to happen. She has two enemies, Cassandra and Tymmie, who want her dead because of her parents. She can't sort out her visions enough to discover the fourth Pandora Daughters. Robert turns out to be not as wonderful as she first thought. To top it all off, she is visited by Hekate, who tells her of a prophecy she is involved with. Like the leader of the Daughters of the Moon didn't have other things to deal with.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the DotM. I do, however, own Torrie, Ella, Hail, and Blaze. I also own Robby, Chris, Anthony, Miranda, Vange, Tiberius, Ariel, and Gissele. And, basically anyone else who is made up is mine.
Prologue
The Dark Goddess looked into the faces of the sleeping children in the crook of her arms. In her left was an infant girl, an infant boy in her right. They snuggled up to her, knowing that she was their mother.
She lifted her eyes, watching the fire. She hugged the babies close to her as she stepped forward into the flames. The cold washed over her and the babies, who began to wake and cry, feeling the cold flames against their skin and in their tiny bodies.
Id quod factum est, infectum esse potest. She repeated it over and over until the immortality burned from her children.
Their father stepped up to the Dark Goddess, taking the girl. Her bright blue eyes reflected his face as she watched him carefully, gurgling. He smiled at her. Dangling a ring around on a silver chain, he placed it around her neck, feeling it clank against a moon amulet. A gift from Selene.
The goddess stroked her son's cheek softly. This was hard for her, giving up both children. She took off her necklace and wrapped it up in his blanket with him. The boy yawned, and the goddess was overcome with a vision.
Her children would be far more important than anyone could ever imagine.
The father looked at the goddess before stepping back into the shadows. She knew it was time to let her son go.
Robert stepped forward, and she handed her son to him. He bowed his head respectfully to his goddess before taking the boy to a family she had said would care for him.
The father left his daughter on the steps of an orphanage, tucking a note in the folds of her silky black blanket.
Her name is Torrence Margaret.
He silently promised her that he would always look out for her.
