Everyone knows of the good and evil on earth. But what about on different worlds? Worlds with no names. I am from one of those worlds. I am a keeper.
At one time there was a war. A war of good and evil. I was young at the time. I was about 12 when it all started. I was about 12 when I found out.
When I was 12, I had a friend. A brave friend. A magical friend. A friend that changed my life.
She and I soon found out we are sisters, only half sisters, though. We have the same father. We are princesses.
The war was Witches against the Creatchers and there keepers. She was a witch. She was a keeper. She was half and half. I am half and half. She grew up thinking she was just a witch. I grew up thinking I was just a keeper. We were destined to stop the war.
We did save the worlds and stop the war. But one thing happened. My sister was lost in the battle. The last Battle. Our father, also known as the dark one, captured her. I never saw her since. Some believe her to be dead. I belive she is alive. Just hiding. Hiding from our father. He wants her. We just don't know why.
I miss her. I want her to come back. But I know she can't. We know best what our father can do.
Her last words, I love you, Max, but I have something I must do. Don't wait for me. Dispite those words, I wait for her. Waiting, searching, watching, hoping.
She won't come back. I know she won't. I miss you Angel.