First Male Witch.
Chapter one:
Invasion of Memories.

Etienne awoke from his sleep, drenched in cold sweat, panting like he had run a marathon. 'That was no simple tangled web.' He thought, going to his privet bath and showered, trying his best to wipe the memory of the dream away, under the warm water that brought him comfort every day. His lithe body was pale, despite the time he spent out doors. His nails were sharp, naturally tapering into points at the end. His long, light auburn hair ended about mid back, and fanned out when he didn't have it tied back.

Even as he washed his long hair, the images from the dream didn't leave him. Ancient sapphire eyes set in a young face, golden hair like the sun, cloths as black as night. Her aura was a powerful one, the one that was as dark as night, but at the same time, light as day. A creature that was both new and ancient. A golden horn adorned her forehead, golden hooves adorned her feet, and golden retractable claws adorned her hands. But suddenly, it changed into a male figure, his fur changing from golden to a light auburn color. "This is you…" A female voice said as his mind lingered in the dream world, on the verge of awakening.

"What am I?" Etienne muttered to himself as he continued to get ready for the day. What was a tangled web anyway? There was a book in his library that could shed some light on that subject, and that, unfortunately would have to wait until business was over for the day. He had a client that was coming in to see if her paperwork went through for her auctioned items. "Why did this have to happen today?" He asked himself. "Why couldn't it be tomorrow?" He hated to work with people after a night of nightmares. One more look over to see if his hair was strait, and his eyes were a cool sea blue, he left to meet the guest that was coming up the driveway.

After the lady that he had his appointment with left, leaving Etienne in a rather foul mood, he retreated to his spacious green house library. He discarded the black banker's jacket, leaving it on the jacket hook on the door and stepped into the rather large room that was lined with rows and rows of book shelves, the tropical plants and the fountain that was there, centered in the middle. The area surrounding the fountain was filled with overstuffed chairs and pillows, a few glasses and plates over in a cabinet.

Choosing a book that was already on his favorite black cotton chair, he opened it to where he book marked his page. It seemed to be an old book, one from a long ago time. The pages were yellowed, and the printing was bad, and the smell was something that Etienne possibly remembered. The book was a journal that was in one of the sections that he had visited long ago and had forgotten to put it back. It seemed to be calling to him to finish the book. For he felt if he didn't there would be things in the future that he wouldn't be prepared for. The book was written by someone named Lucivar SaDiablo. The Journal told of his life as a slave to the ones in a land called Purul. It went on to say how he was freed by his brother and how he was healed by Cat.

The man that was writing seemed to be one of many protectors for this special little girl. He claimed that he was over 18 centuries and was her brother-in-law. Cat was also called Queen of the territories, Witch, and Wife of Daemon. Etienne couldn't tell if this man was insane, or just a good story teller. Etienne couldn't believe it was for real. There were memories that he couldn't quite place. Some seemed to be over the course of ten years. Ones that didn't' seem to be himself, but himself with others. Dragonites, Tigers, Eagles, unicorns, and spiders. Etienne knew that he was a strong empath and seer, but he found this to be strange. If the dreams said he could be the golden creature, one of old, yet new, he was going to have to find those who could be with him, yet shield him from the others.

When he reached the last page, the last words on the page were: "Witch is either female or male. There will be a time of rapping the lands. The time will be desired by Witch himself."

Those words confused Etienne. He was sure that the writer was insane, or at least has a very good imagination. What did the man mean? Who was Witch? What did he look like? What was the Blood? There were no other references in the library that he knew of that concerned a race of people that held darkness in high regards, and had psychic powers that was represented by the color of gem that they got from a ceremony.

The words also shocked Etienne. It sounded like the author was dying and needed a way to preserve the last insight of knowledge that he had of what was to come. It seemed that the time was coming where he would have to do something about that. Shaking his head, Etienne sat thinking about what he had read for a long time, while the sun was lingering in the highest part of the sky.

Even though the year was 2007, and he was going to be twenty at the end of August, there would be a moving of his home. He regretted that he couldn't have this summer home for ever, but there was nothing that could be done about it. Sighing, he left the book that was out, where he left it last time, and walked back to the main house to look over what he felt was going to be a long time in the depths of paperwork.

Avaski Keep

Daeren walked around the keep grounds. His mind was a mess. His father was ordering things to be imported, because the one that was coming was from outside the entire realms, his birthright jewel was a red, and he his dark offering before this next month. His father was adamant about having the outsider into the keep of Avaski.

The times had changed. Daemon SaDiablo was more concerned about the impression of the male that was coming than he was. The entire thing was ludicrous. Even if the guy did indeed have his mother's bloodline, there was no reason for him to be the same. If their information was correct, this male would be in his late teens, into his early twenties. Not old enough for the offering, but old enough to have his birth right jewels.

The time was drawing near to see that this one was. Flicking his long midnight black hair over his shoulder, and setting his ice blue eyes on his destination, Daeren stalked off towards the Landing web behind the keep that they used to great the guests that usually came there. Shielding himself in a red shield, he rode the red wind to the next gate to the realm called Earth.

Once at the gate, the priestess was ready. "I see you are going alone?" She asked him, waiting to see if his father would come with him.

"Yes," he said going to the gate and positioning the candles that entered into the other realm. "There will be my self and another returning with me. Keep this gate cleared. There may be trouble when I come back." He said.

"As you wish," the priestess said as she lit the candles. The gate shimmered into a mist, then clearing into a black area where the barriers were weakest. Daeren walked through and ended up in bright sunlight, underneath a tree. Using a red streak of lightning, he marked the tree to remember where the gate way was.

After her did that, he sent a probing spear thread in a 360 and found that the person that he was looking for was about an hour away by foot, half that by the winds. Daeren was lucky that it was that close. He had visions of having it is three hours by foot, and an hour and a half by winds. Choosing his preferred red wind, he rose and went to the house where the Witch was hidden in.

He was going to find this… male that they clamed to be Witch. This one was going to be interesting. He descended to the ground in front of the gates. Ringing the bell, he then entered the property, only to be stopped by a man that looked to be in his twenties with long hair and multicolor eyes. "Hello," Daeren said, recovering from the sudden appearance of the man. "I was wondering where I could find Etienne?"

The man looked at him like he was nuts. "Why do you want Etienne?" He asked. The man was taller than him by about a foot, maybe less. "He is not expecting any more visitors today."

"He'll see me. I'm pretty sure of it." Daeren said as he went to go beyond the man standing in front of him. "I'm here to discuss something about Witch."

"Well, then I suppose that you found him." Etienne said as he blocked the man's progress. "What do I have to do with Witch?" He asked, his temper begging to be freed. "Further more why are you here? I thought all those people would contact me through my dreams?"

"You were. Janelle did contact you. You know this time was coming." Daeren said as he grabbed hold of his wrist. "You ignored the warning. Cancel your-"

"DAEREN!!!" A female voice called from the gates. "What are you doing here? You were supposed to be waiting for me and Ashleigh!!" A person with long brown hair and golden eyes said coming up to them. She had a light blue shirt on and a pair of jeans. Her bare feet ending in careful clawed nails, and kicking up dust. "Why did you leave with out us?!" She complained.

"I left you there because you would just fawn over Etienne," Daeren said as he pinned the girl with bat like wings from her back with a look. "Why are you here any way Draemar?" He asked the girl.

"I wanted to meet Etienne first hand. It's a pleasure to meet you by the way. I've been looking for ward to it for a long time." She said talking fast enough to go on the road.