Okay, this is just the prologue to my new story, which shall appear sometime later.
The time period is somewhere in prehistoric Britain, or Albion as you may want to call it.
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Prologue
Alice's P.O.V.
I stood, my head bowed to the priestess. My parents had thought that I was nothing but the runt of the family, and they would have cast me out, if it hadn't been for the Order. They saw the power I possessed and paid good silver for me. Because of them, I was alive, I was here and now, they were about to bestow great power on me. After 19 years of training, I was deemed ready to take up the final challenge.
The priestess came closer to me, her porcelain skin glimmering in the moonlight, her lips seemed blood red and beautiful, a beauty I would receive. I knew in daylight her eyes often seemed blood red, even brighter after a male human had been brought as a sacrifice. But now, as it was night, her eyes glowed like the moon. The tattoos that adorned her body were the same strange glowing colour, intricate swirls and patterns that brought the moon and night to mind.
As she leaned towards me, her white teeth glistening and her hair, midnight, pooled down around us. Closing my eyes, I awaited the gift, I knew there would be pain, but I could accept that. Because afterwards, I would have power that I had only dreamed of. I could do what I want and I would serve the greater good. Her teeth pieced my skin and blood welled up in my wound. And it was then that the pain seared through me and I screamed.
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