Prologue

Once the spirits walked amongst humans, but those were the early days. To escape the treachery of humans they created the Spirit World, leaving witches behind to control the balance. These days they watch as vampires, werewolves, witches and hybrids try to keep the supernatural a secret…But there is one thing that they cannot control, a supernatural phenomenon that is more rare than a doppelgänger…so rare that it's been called a myth.

The last of her kind, but she did not fear. She buried her face into the golden leaves that lay under the Old Chestnut, this is where she belonged. Her gleaming face was brighter than the weather she'd conjured. For autumn it was warm, mainly because of her happiness and that the cold bowed down to her presence.

"Miss Florence!" Her chestnut curls fell over her shoulder as she turned towards her maid

"Yes Jane, what is it?"

"I'm sorry to disturb you but there is a man to see you, he's in the drawing room"

"Thank you, tell papa I'll be there soon" Jane curtseyed and then began to run back into the house; Florence took a big breath before she headed home. She decided to walk the other way, just to stay in the open longer. The long soft grass brushed against her light olive skin as she skipped through her father's fields, she loved being in the outdoors, somehow she felt as if she belonged.

She skipped down the courtyard to meet with Jane; her face was horrified at the mud at the seams of her petticoat.

"That was freshly cleaned this morning!" Florence just smiled at her and then rushed into the house. Her father greeted her with a kiss on her forehead and then linked arms with her, as he led her into the drawing room an elderly gentleman bowed to her. She curtseyed in return as she noticed him look at her in amazement.

"Apologies miss. My name is Edward Frasier, I'm a warlock. I trust you know what that is" She nodded and smiled

"Indeed my mother was a witch! Is your visit due to me being one also?" He smiled at her presence; she was such a fascinating creature.

"Indeed not miss. You are something rather special, more so than a witch" Now she was curious, she enquired with a puzzled face. "You are something extremely rare…an Earth Angel" She turned to her father who was obviously proud, he walked over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder for support.

"What do you mean by that?" The elderly man seemed so excited

"Whenever you are sad it rains…you feel like you belong outside constantly…people and animals fall for your charm! Haven't you noticed these things? You are a blessing from the spirits themselves!" He looked overwhelmed by his excitement, but she was still confused.

"I just thought it was because I was a witch?" He gave a sympathetic smile and then shook his head

"You are a remarkable creation! You have the power to gather all witches and warlocks alike…you even have the power of life" It was too much for her, she couldn't take anymore.

"I'm so sorry" She bowed her head and ran out of the room; she got to her room and closed the door quietly. Laying down on the bed she took in what had just been said-Was it possible? She'd never even heard of one before, but could it be true?

A slight tap at the door broke her trance, her father walked in and sat beside her on the bed.

"I know it's a lot to take in my dear, and I do not blame you for seeking solitude. Your mother would be extremely proud of you…I know I am" He held her hand as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Do you think I could bring her back?" He sighed and looked at her pretty face

"I don't think so dear" A single tear fell down her soft cheek, he quickly wiped it away. He looked towards the window and noticed it was drizzling. "Come on now, you're making it rain!" They both laughed as he hugged her. "I'm going to keep you safe" He kissed her forehead and stood up

"I love you papa" She smiled at his as he left the room- Maybe everything will be just fine

The sound of gunshots awoke Florence; she raced downstairs to see her father reading his book. She placed her hand over her heart in relief as he looked over the rim and looked at her confusingly.

"I'm sorry papa, it just startled me" He smiled at her and shook his head "What's the matter?"

"I just don't understand what startled you"

"The gunshots?" He looked at her confused

"There were none? Not any here…I stopped the shooting so that you would not get upset" He returned to his book as she went back to her room to change, trotting down the stairs and walked back into the study where her father was still reading.

"Papa I'm going out for a walk now, I'll be back in half an hour" She walked over and kissed his forehead as he nodded in approval. Quickly grabbing her bonnet, she skipped out of the house, ready for another adventure.

Once again it was a beautiful say as she wandered through the grounds. A deer trotted up to her as she petted it soft head.

"Hello you" She kissed its cheek and walked beside it "What is the matter?" It turned and slowly trotted off. She ran after it, through the brambles and weeds, it led her to the edge of her neighbour's grounds. The deer stopped and looked down, Florence gasped in horror. A stag was shot and breathing heavily, she removed her bonnet and sat beside it. "Shhh…its ok" She placed her warm hand over the wound and tried to comfort him. "It's ok" She smiled at him as he rested his head on her lap. Keeping the stags head still she changed how she sat, her hand catching on a sharp bramble. "Ow!" She looked down at his face and giggled

"Here's me fussing over a scratch and there's you on my lap, you poor thing" She petted his head; it seemed to understand her fully. As she moved her injured hand a drop of her blood fell onto the wound, it began to heal. The beast slowly stood up and trotted off, he turned back as if to say thank you and then vanished with the other deer. Laughing to herself she stood up and began to walk back, the leaves and swigs crunched-but they weren't from her steps.

"I'VE BEEN AFTER THAT STAG FOR MONTHS!" Florence spun round to see a visibly drunk man pointing a gun at her. She gave him a cold look.

"So you're the one who did that?"

"Yeh…what does it mean to you eh rich girl. You have no business on my land!" He was still pointing the gun at her, at every word he spat out he'd thrust the gun towards her.

"If you don't mind could you please lower your gun" He scoffed at her

"We know what you are! You and your father! WITCHES!" He spat at the floor and pointed his gun at her "Devils!" The gun exploded, birds from the trees above flew away in horror. "To hell with you!" The rain began to pour, heavy, as the man laughed at his success.

BANG. Jumping out of his skin he ran towards the window, it was pouring it down.

"Edward!" He screeched as he grabbed his coat and flung open the door, in a panic he ran down the courtyard calling her name. Edward came running from the house but couldn't catch up with the frantic father. "FLORENCE!" His clothes and hair were drenched but he had to find his little girl "FLORENCE!" He ran through the fields and forest hoping to see her safe, but he knew something was wrong.

Time stopped as he stumbled across a huge stag that was laying over something-or someone. As he stepped closer the stag stood and ran off. Getting a glimpse of the delicate face that's smile would greet him every day, he collapsed to the floor in grief. He roared in horror as he crawled towards his little girl, holding her tight in his arms and cried heavily- He'd lost them both. "Florence please" His words were mumbled as he couldn't contain the pain in his heart. Wiping the strands of her hair that clung onto her wet cheeks, he closed his eyes. He remembered everything, her first steps, her first words, playing hide and seek in the fields, everything, but now they were just beautiful memories that would haunt him till the end of his days. His sweet girl…was gone. And he swore vengeance on the wicked soul that took her from him.