Disclaimer: I do not any of the characters from the orginal House of Night Series or the idea. I do own Avalon, her mother, father, and Desdemona
The House of Night. The House of Night. The House of Night.
My mom kept repeating these words to herself. I, Avalon Berkeley, had been marked. We'd learned about the House of Night in school. I knew the High Priestess was Zoey Redbird, and her husband/mate was Erik Night. Her human consort was named Heath and died when he was eighty one. He died twenty years ago.
My mom started sobbing. I'd been raised in an Irish Catholic family. From my green eyes, freckles, and pale skin, to my straight red hair I was one hundred percent Irish.
My father put an around my mom, "I don't understand either."
"We went to church, we did everything right," My mom sobbed.
"We learned about it in school, it's triggered with a junk strand." I told them meekly.
My mom nodded her head like she understood. My father smiled grimly. The room began to relax.
Until I said the magic words," I need to get to a House of Night."
My mom looked at me; we were the spitting image of each other. From our oversized red ringlets to the side bangs we both had to straighten every morning. We both had freckles across our noise and cheeks and lively big green eyes that you only had to wear the smallest amount of mascara on. I was seventeen though, and I had been marked.
"Okay," My mom smiled.
Everything from their happened in a blur, now I stand in front of my mentor and the school's High Priestess. She smiled at me, she was speaking. But I wasn't listening. Her beauty was memorizing. She had lips the color of fresh blood and eyes ocean blue. She had dark brown curls that were kept up well. She wore a black floor length dress with a plunging neckline. She also wore her Goddess Emblem.
She smiled, "I am Desdemona. You must be Avalon."
"Hello," I whispered.
"Your parents have already left, I hope you don't mind."
"It's fine." I seemed to have found my voice back.
"Sadly, we were unaware our tracker marked you. We only have a room empty in the High Priestess loft, where I stay. We have taken the opportunity and set up your things there." She murmured to me, while gesturing around the campus.
I nodded my head in awe. I followed her across the dark campus, she moved quickly. There weren't many fledglings around, just me and Desdemona. We stopped in front of a tall, dark, brick building. Desdemona pulled an, old rustic key from her cleavage of her shirt.
"I will get you a copy of the key," She said while pulling me through the door and up two flights up stairs. The room she took me too was amazing. There were dark candles lit everywhere and a painting of two black wings was on all of the walls. It was huge and was everywhere. On the floor there was books about Cherokee legends, all opened to pages about an immortal named Kalona. On the opposite wall there was a picture of a room and woman who looked like Desdemona. They both had a feeling of power about them. But they looked similar as well. The woman had a necklace of wings that was on the walls across from her.
"Who is that?" I asked.
"Neferet," Desdemona replied, her face pulling into an angelic smile, "My hero."