AN: This is actually a sequel to my story Spirit Bound Forever, but this prologue explains everything you have to know before reading the story if you wanted to skip that. Because let's face it that pretty much sucked.
Groaning, I tried to tune out the insistent banging on my chamber in the royal court. This was not the best way to start off my day. Hell, this wasn't the best way to start of anybody's day. Not to mention the first day that Dimitri and I would be going to explain to the world what was happening. Something I really didn't want to do. My hopes didn't work as the banging only got louder and louder. Tying my hair back, I tried to look decent in case it was someone I might want to impress. My ring on my finger suddenly weighed a thousand pounds, as my hand began to turn the door knob; as quick as a mouse I stuffed it in the waist band of my pyjama bottoms.
Outside my room, no one was there (unless you count the many other guardian dormitories people). Looking around, I noticed a small book in front of my door. Picking it up, I caressed the deep red surface with my hand. There was nothing on the cover, and as I opened it I realized that every page was blank. Shrugging, I tossed it on my bed and proceeded to get back in the covers. But the journal kept nagging at me. It had to be there for a reason. Searching for a pen around my tiny room, I eventually found one tucked away in my dresser. Quickly, I noted the date and thought about what had happened this summer; and year in general, considering the majority of my summer (and fall) had been occupied with my being in a coma. Sighing, I decided that writing about it wouldn't hurt. Hell, it might even help me align my thoughts for what I was going to say this evening.
November 24th, 2010
When I was fifteen years old, my summers meant more time for partying and having fun with my best friend, Lissa. But this summer has been completely exhausting – although I was in a coma for the majority of it. Throughout the summer I had the pleasures (not) of travelling around the world looking for Robert Doru. Fortunately for me, we found him quicker than I ever could have thought possible. But it was the aftermath that was tiring. With help from Oksana and Lissa, we'd been able to locate him and had been on our way to get him. That is before Dimitri brought him to us. The fight had been lethal – my mother and I against twenty trained guardians and seven strigoi. But in the end we had won, and we'd been capable of capturing my one true love and saving Robert Doru from his criminal brother.
It hadn't been long after that, that we'd started the process of bringing Dimitri back. With the help of Robert (and he wasn't all that more crazy than your average Adrian) he had explained what we had to do. It hadn't been easy. Lissa, Adrian and Oksana had to heal him – but only hold onto his life by a strand – while I plunged my stake through his heart exactly five seconds before the sun eclipse. Then I'd had to take away the darkness, before the sun eclipse ended while Robert tried to merge Dimitri's soul and body together at once. I don't know how I'd gotten through it. The pain had been worse than anything I'd ever believed imaginable, and if I hadn't been shadow kissed, I really don't think my Comrade would be here with me today. But he is.
If I hadn't succeeded, I know that Dimitri could always be with me in my dreams. When I was in Baia he had been able to reach me, stating that I was brighter than all the other souls and he could get into my dreams like Adrian. Apparently where he had been was inside a tiny box – the box of his soul and had no idea of what was going on in the outside world. Really, I think this was the only reason why he had stayed sane after I brought him back. Knowing that he couldn't have stopped himself from doing any harm to the numerous people he had killed. Not that it had stopped him anyway. When I was in a coma, apparently, he had brain stormed for any way to redeem himself.
Anyway, I'm getting off track. What I'm really here to talk about is that I'm undead. Not like a strigoi, but sort of similar. My soul has been separated from body and then rejoined. Dimitri is the same way, but he's not entirely shadow kissed, because his body didn't die. His soul had only been separated from his body. Now we share a bond though, one with ultimate darkness and spirit – even brighter than a spirit user. Robert explained this that now our souls spirit and darkness is combined to make it even bigger. But one thing different about our bond than mine and Lissa's is that neither of us can get into each other's heads or feel our emotions. We can continue to live our lives. Except if I die. Dimitri's soul would come with me. Leaving his body emotionless, wandering the earth. And vice versa. This means that his body would then have to be killed, Robert explained. I hate the possibility of this, but it's better than Dimitri being a strigoi.
Now only one more thing you should know about our bond: It's only been created four times in the past. With a moroi-moroi couple, human-human couple, human-moroi couple and moroi-dhampir couple. And now a dhampir-dhampir couple. You're probably wondering why this is so important. Well, this is the reason why Dimitri and I now have to go around the world explaining what is happening. Because you can probably imagine the chaos if the moroi just announced it. No? Let me spell it out for you. It would result in a lot of accusations and as much as I hate it: a war. And there's only one was to prevent this. To hopefully prevent this. And that's for me and Dimitri to explain our bond. To ever fucking vampire community and school there is.
Closing the red journal, I zipped open my suitcase, knowing that someone had to have put the book there for a reason; even if it hadn't been for me to vent my emotions. Walking towards the shower, all thoughts of the mysterious book slipped from my mind as I thought about what would happen later on today.