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...It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves...
Prologue
The rain started to fall hard and heavy. So heavy that she can't make out the forest
path in front of her breathing heavy; falling every few steps over her feet on the muddy
forest floor. NO. I .NEED. . UP. Her mind screams out. Its still behind me. Its still
following me. WHAT I don't know. How did I even end up here? Then that voice coming
to her through the misty dark rain calling for her softly. Sending cold shivers down
her spine...
'my legs! Oh God I can't move' the young girl looks around frantically. The forest have become more dense and dark around her. Her once peaceful forest has now become her wicked spider web...
NO!... NO!...The young girl wakes up screaming and sobbing next to her grams. 'Hush now Chile it was just a nightmare; just a nightmare. There there now grams says as she is soothing the young shaky girl in her arms. 'It felt so real Grams. I ..I..c..could feel the rain on my face; the heaviness in my legs. The young girl looks up at her Grams with wide emerald eyes the fear so evident in them. 'And that voice Grams' she whispers in a soft voice. 'What voice Chile?' Grams asks sitting up more straight. 'You never mentioned a voice in any of your dreams to me? What did the voice want? Did it command you? The young girl could hear the slight edge to her Grams voice. Was she worried? Did this dream disturb Grams more than she would let on? The young girl thought.
'It was calling me. It knew my name'. The last sentence the young girl whispers softly as she looks up at her Grams who had this far away look in her eyes almost In a trance as the old woman starred at the window out into the dark stormy night. As if she can see that "it" that was haunting the young girl in her dreams.
'Grams'? Is there something out there? For a second the young girl feared that her Grams would not respond but at last her Grams says. 'It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves'. Did she hear her Grams correct?. 'Grams what do you mean'? The young girl asks. The old woman looks down at the beautiful cinnamon skin young innocent beauty with a soft expression. A soft smile forming on her lips.
'What will little Jamie say when he finds out that his brave big sister is still afraid of the forest bed monster hmm?'. The young girl gasps. I'm not afraid of him! I've cornered that monster in my castle and off with its head the young girl giggles out. 'That's my girl' Grams says as she tugs the blanket under the young girls chin and placing her arms protectively around her giving her a soft kiss on her head. 'A story for my Chile'?
'Grams you know I'm I'm getting too old for fairytales especially where I'm the princess the young girl says smiling. Grams looks down at the young girl making a sound with her tongue. 'Someone is getting cheeky and you loved being the princess. Specially where the prince kiss you on the cheek. 'Grams'!. The young girl says out in embarrassment hidding her face under the warm blanket. 'Now this story young Chile is not about princesses and their knights in shiny armor. Beautiful castles and rainbow colour ponies.
'What is it about Grams?. The young girl ask sensing a slight serious tone in her Grams voice.
'This story is about a FIERCE; BEAUTIFUL and POWERFUL magical being who could control the four elements of the earth the one responsible for the balance between the supernaturals'. 'Fierce you say Grams?' The young girl ask. 'Yes young Chile so fierce that she alone saved a loved one from the deadly claws of the great black alpha wolf'. 'She did Grams? The young girl ask excitingly. 'And her beauty Grams'? The old woman's eyes turns somber as she answers the next question. 'Her beauty so rich and rare that she enchanted and captivated a undead heart for eternity'. 'How powerful Grams'? The young girl asks breathlessly and almost half afraid cause she already somehow knew the answer to this one. Old somber weary eyes meets young wide emerald eyes seeking for answers. 'So powerful Chile that she brought about her own destruction. For we don't always follow the path that the fates have laid out for us. No Chile we create our own'.
After the old woman's last words it went quiet in the room. The only sounds are the wind furiously blowing outside in a tongue forreign to mankind and the falling of raindrops on the window. 'And so' the old woman voice continue. 'And so the story begins Chile'