Disclaimer: The characters and world in the Black Jewel Trilogy rightfully belong to Anne Bishop. The rest is mine.
This is my first attempt to write a story. Any, and I'm not kidding, any feedback would be welcome ENJOY!
The day has come for the debts to be called in and for the Blood to answer for what they've become.
-Bishop, Anne. (2000). Queen of the Darkness. Book 3 of the Black Jewels Trilogy
Jaenelle Angelline, the most powerful, the only witch to be ever born unleashed her maelstrom. The wind dies as the air filled with the musky scent of the Witch. It smothers, it destroys; it strangles those who need to be cleansed. The Cleansing has begun.
What's one's misfortune can be another's fortune. As death claimed their price from the Blood, a young girl was given the chance to live. An unexpected event would unfold; an event that would change the course of history forever. A young girl laid trap deep in a cave in Kaeleer, frozen for eons. The power of the maelstrom crawled across the land inche by inche searching for its prey. Jaenelle's spell pounded like dagger at the girl. Hairline cracks splinter within the ice as little bits of ice flaked off the girl. Jarred by the rumble of the shaking ground, she slowly gained conscience.
In time, Jaenelle's maelstrom lost its ferocity and died away. And the girl remained frozen in place. Not enough to break the ice but enough to wake girl. Through jagged cracks she stared in horror at her surrounding. Closing her eyes she focused on gathering energy in her hands, with a slight push, thousands of ice shards splintered in the air.
She's free but she's badly injured. She had sustained major injuries from her arch enemy. Frozen, her wounds remained as it was. With the last of her power dissipating, she slumped into darkness.
Such a momentous event and no one had a clue. Everybody was too entranced by the maelstrom to notice the power surge. SHE is back.
A year had passed by peacefully. Jaenelle inherited the Twilight's dawn. She's fully recovered, and she gained back her normal weight to Daemon's and the family's relief. How can she not, after all the food they shove down her throat while she was recovering.
The young girl is still unconscious, still sleeping to recover to her lost power. Nobody notice the disturbance, not even Lorn and Draca.
Three years passed, she woke with a feeling that she slept way too long. Her mind is blank, a void of silence. Where is her parents, where is her coven, where is she, why hasn't anybody contact her telepathically? However hard she tried, she couldn't find a trace of her friends and family, not a single soul, not a single telepath link. A single tear slid down her cheek.
Gathering courage, she stood up and walked out the cave. Wide eyed she stared with disbelief. "Holy Mackerel, look at all the trees, this is the most I've even seen in my whole life. I can't even see the sky," she exclaimed in surprise.
For hours the she wandered around in the forest, looking for a sign of civilization. Suddenly she stopped. What stupidity! "Walking is torture; flying would be better, AND FASTER. I'm such a dummy," exasperated, she flew up, and scanned the sky. She saw Trees, trees and more trees, no city, no road, no cabins, not even a highway. She wondered what the world has come to.
"OH MY GOD, how is it that such a vast forest can still be untouched by machinery." As the word left her mouth, she heard a loud roar to the west of her. Swinging her head toward the sound, she debated whether to investigate or be a coward and fly toward the opposite direction. Sighing, knowing she gotta do what's right, she flew straight toward to the unknown. She must investigate the disturbance, she is Gaia after all.
Amazed she stopped and stared at the pure blue water in front of her. She had never seen such a clean ocean. The desire to take a swift dip in the ocean overcame her sense of duty. As she was about to jump into the water another roar stop her midway. This time it was louder, closing her eyes to the temptation, she flew in that direction of the incessant roars. She reached an island. Her day is full of amazement. Right in front of her was a giant replica of NeverLand. All that's missing is Peter Pan and some mermaids.
Hearing a loud sound of wings flapping, she turned her head sideway expecting to see a school of birds, but instead she turned to see a large gigantic blur hurtling right toward her.