Eternal Truth

Chapter one

Tracey Sherwood was born on January 10, 1600 and raised on the docks of Port Royal, near the sugar plantations in Jamaica. Born with her mothers brown hair that glowed with golden high lights when it was in the sun, and her fathers deep blue eyes, she was considered very unique. Her long legs and arms that tanned to a bronze color from working out in the sun for to long, Tracey began her lessons with the sorcerer during the early mornings with meditation, then magic. Many of the lessons were spent outside, when it's unbearably hot or freezing cold. The sorcerer explained that the chi in your body connects with nature during our times of need or at near death. Tracey met the sorcerer when she was only nine, before that she lived on the streets of the town, and some times in ships of the harbor. There she learned how to work on the ships, only one problem. Women aren't aloud on the ships. Tracey was forced to disguise herself as a man named Jasper. Now she lives with the sorcerer in a little house near a grassy meadow, the house was built by the Sorcerer's husband, who was brutally killed by pirates.

During the foggy mornings, across the dewy grass was a boulder with apple blossom trees that were in bloom. The giant rock had a flat to which was perfect for sitting on, and that's were Tracey began her mornings. In the mornings she would start trudging through the dewy meadow, to the Meditation boulder, that's what she called it after discovering that it was the most peaceful place in Port Royal. Her meditation would take various hours of the day, until her mind was clear and she could her spiritual energy increase. However she would soon realize the true meaning of her surroundings, as she would see something that would change her fate.

Tracey walked to the Meditation Rock the same as she always does except this time there where a mix of different flowers around instead of just the apple blossom trees.

The trees were bare and the blossoms scattered all over the ground, and beside the rock was a single Deadly Nightshade. Tracey looked at the flower with wonder, the highly poisonous plant, with purple bell flowers, black berries, was without a doubt the symbol of death. She could feel the apple blossoms flutter around on the ground as an eerie wind pick-up the blossoms and they disappeared into the rising sun; soon there was nothing left but the Nightshade.

Slowly walking the path back threw the grass that has dried, now that the sun was up, with the nightshade in her hands. She saw the house up ahead not knowing what to do with flower she hide the flower in her pocket. Tracey could feel her hand grow heavy with every step toward the house, as if she was carrying a giant rock than a fragile flower. She looked toward the vast ocean's horizon, their in the harbor was a ship with black tails and a flag with sculls and crossbones.

"Pirates" Tracey gasped.