Thank you all for being so supportive of the first version of Awoken. It was thanks to the reviews and comments I received that inspired me to re-vamp and re-write. So, to you, I present a new Awoken; the first in what I am calling my Dark Angel Chronicles.

Thank you again.


Prologue

Forest green eyes sent a piercing stare out of the darkness of the cowl. "Will you heed that which I say?"

There came no response from the dancing shadows opposite the cloaked figure.

"Very well. But remember: you must help them to live. It may take more courage to suffer than to die, but they have suffered enough."

"We will hear you." The voice had no location and wrapped around the crunched figure like a blanket, enveloping her in smooth tones.

Soft voice lilting, the hunched person began to recite. "The gods have quarreled

Since the beginning of time

Over power and position

Opposition's sublime.

One has always sought control

Far beyond his rank

His power reaches far and wide

Into magics dark and dank.

To continue his line

His children were born

One for the night

One for the morn.

Solei and Selene

The sun and the moon

Were his vessels of power

Controlled by a tune.

Then they awoke

And got out of hand

Caelestis killed them

To retain his command.

The girls were reborn

To bring about his demise

And under other names

They were forced to live lies.

One was a Protector

The other, a Guide

Their mission was impossible

And they vanished inside.

Another vessel

Of power appeared

The Daughter of the God

A child to be feared.

Together the three

Could topple the god

Yet they were unable

As he had the Rod.

They found the Watcher

The observer of all

The only one

That could foresee the pall.

With her came

The elusive Queen

As ready to fight

As she had ever been.

Games are played

By only one

Most are successful

Once they are done.

The collection of few

Must fight together

If they hope to replace

Caelestis forever.

Such success cannot come

Without a small price

The life of a twin

Comes at the toss of a dice.

For she is the one

Who is forced to play games

And yet gets mixed up

Within the maze of names.

Every time

The group succeeds

The god reappears

To fulfill his needs.

It's an endless circle

Of death to partake

And then once more

The three will awake." Green eyes twinkled, then all went dark.


Please review and tell me what you think.

MidnightShade