Guardian
Author: Narina Nightfall
Disclaimer: I don't own Amelia Atwhater Rhodes' world. Wish I did. I'm still trying to get legal rights to some of it but it doesn't seem to be working. Anyway, Anàra, Mikal, the shapeshifter dude, and any other Ocs I come up with are mine. I'm not entirely sure if any of AAR's characters are going to show up in this fic, but if they do THEY ARE NOT MINE. Oh, and the plot is mine. No stealing without asking. :)
I have watched from the shadows for many centuries. I existed before Siete and I will last beyond him. I am not a vampire, but I am not a witch. I was never human. I was born as I am.
The world has deteriorated since I was born. Once, there was peace and acceptance of all races, whether human, witch, or other. In the Second Age of life, we had begun our wars. Now, humans have declared themselves the best of all species and have forgotten their promise to the old races. I stand as surety that the promise will always be kept.
I sit in the lair of the vampires, watching, ever watching them. The only one of their race that would recognize me, I avoid. I stay away from the oldest shapeshifters for they would remember me on smell alone. Their instincts are better and their memories longer. They have spread my stories throughout their kind, making sure that I will never be welcome among them.
Who am I you ask? My name is forgotten in all but the oldest texts, and those have been destroyed. In this age, I have gone back to the name I was born with. Anàra. She who dances. The name my mother gave to me.
You ask what I am if I am none of the things you are acquainted with? There is no word in any language to describe me. I am closest to the vampire, but I also have shapeshifter, witch, human, and trandi blood. The trandi are a race long dead though not forgotten by those who know their history. They were the children of gods. The rest of what I am, would not make sense to you because those races have been dead for quite a few millennia.
I look like a human, but that is not my true appearance. I was born with skin so white, it looked like snow. My lips were as red as blood, and my hair was silver. I had no pulse, my heart did not beat, and I was born with fangs. I reflected my mother in all these things, but the traits of my father were subtler.
I learned that I had the ability to change into any shape I desired whether animate or inanimate. Many years later, I discovered that I would never look older than 18 and that I would live eternally while my parents and their other children would die. I am able to disappear and reappear in a different place, and I will not easily die. I have been to that point may times, but have never gone over it.
I have the fangs of a vampire along with their strengths, but I do not have the bloodlust.
Oh, I will die if I do not drink the blood of a creature within 2 days, but my body does not warn me that I must eat. So, I am closest to the vampires in all these traits. I decided many years ago that my purpose in this world was to keep the pact that the great peoples had sworn over 10,000 years ago.
That pact states that the 3 greatest races must never become extinct. Those races are Men, Vampires, and Kitsu (otherwise known as witches). I have made sure that this happened. Not because I am a moral creature who believes the extinction of a race is horrible and must be avoided at all costs. No, I did it because I have committed crimes so horrible that my Father made me the Keeper of the Pact so that I could no longer cause trouble. It has worked so far, and I believe that I have come to care for the greatest of the races the Vampires.
This is my story. May it help you to understand how evil can become good, even when it is as old as the mountains.
Author: Narina Nightfall
Disclaimer: I don't own Amelia Atwhater Rhodes' world. Wish I did. I'm still trying to get legal rights to some of it but it doesn't seem to be working. Anyway, Anàra, Mikal, the shapeshifter dude, and any other Ocs I come up with are mine. I'm not entirely sure if any of AAR's characters are going to show up in this fic, but if they do THEY ARE NOT MINE. Oh, and the plot is mine. No stealing without asking. :)
I have watched from the shadows for many centuries. I existed before Siete and I will last beyond him. I am not a vampire, but I am not a witch. I was never human. I was born as I am.
The world has deteriorated since I was born. Once, there was peace and acceptance of all races, whether human, witch, or other. In the Second Age of life, we had begun our wars. Now, humans have declared themselves the best of all species and have forgotten their promise to the old races. I stand as surety that the promise will always be kept.
I sit in the lair of the vampires, watching, ever watching them. The only one of their race that would recognize me, I avoid. I stay away from the oldest shapeshifters for they would remember me on smell alone. Their instincts are better and their memories longer. They have spread my stories throughout their kind, making sure that I will never be welcome among them.
Who am I you ask? My name is forgotten in all but the oldest texts, and those have been destroyed. In this age, I have gone back to the name I was born with. Anàra. She who dances. The name my mother gave to me.
You ask what I am if I am none of the things you are acquainted with? There is no word in any language to describe me. I am closest to the vampire, but I also have shapeshifter, witch, human, and trandi blood. The trandi are a race long dead though not forgotten by those who know their history. They were the children of gods. The rest of what I am, would not make sense to you because those races have been dead for quite a few millennia.
I look like a human, but that is not my true appearance. I was born with skin so white, it looked like snow. My lips were as red as blood, and my hair was silver. I had no pulse, my heart did not beat, and I was born with fangs. I reflected my mother in all these things, but the traits of my father were subtler.
I learned that I had the ability to change into any shape I desired whether animate or inanimate. Many years later, I discovered that I would never look older than 18 and that I would live eternally while my parents and their other children would die. I am able to disappear and reappear in a different place, and I will not easily die. I have been to that point may times, but have never gone over it.
I have the fangs of a vampire along with their strengths, but I do not have the bloodlust.
Oh, I will die if I do not drink the blood of a creature within 2 days, but my body does not warn me that I must eat. So, I am closest to the vampires in all these traits. I decided many years ago that my purpose in this world was to keep the pact that the great peoples had sworn over 10,000 years ago.
That pact states that the 3 greatest races must never become extinct. Those races are Men, Vampires, and Kitsu (otherwise known as witches). I have made sure that this happened. Not because I am a moral creature who believes the extinction of a race is horrible and must be avoided at all costs. No, I did it because I have committed crimes so horrible that my Father made me the Keeper of the Pact so that I could no longer cause trouble. It has worked so far, and I believe that I have come to care for the greatest of the races the Vampires.
This is my story. May it help you to understand how evil can become good, even when it is as old as the mountains.
