Authors note: Jax Judith belongs to me. She is my creation, and no one may steal her from me. Binx, although a minor, also known as the projector guy, is mine as well. Stanton, Daughters of the moon, the Atrox, etc. are property of Lynne Ewing and I did not, in any way, have any part in creating them.

Summary: The Daughters of the moon are no longer the fight for the Atrox. Instead, a sixteen year old witch is. The atrox says, that according to an ancient Prophecy, she shall be the destruction of The atrox, and Stanton. So, the Atrox has ordered its followers to kill her. But, when Stanton realizes he was the one who killed Maggie, the girls adoptive Grandmother, and out of kind respect for Maggie, he swears he will do anything and everything to save her. Even if it means loosing his life. And so, with that, A new Destiny, is born.
~* A new Destiny*~
Serena was gone. She'd deserted him---choosing to loose her memory of everything that had happened between the daughters and the Atrox. Perhaps, just perhaps, it was good for him. No more running from the only people he knew-and hurting her by trying to convince her to join the Atrox.

Stanton had a million thoughts about this as he sat under the umbrella at his table outside a café in Hollywood picking at his styrafoam cup filled with Coffee. He sighed. His beloved Serena-gone. Not gone, literally. Just memory-less about them ever being a couple, about the powers she had had, and, about the fights between the Goddesses and the Atrox. Serena was still around, but Stanton wasn't even going to try to get back with her-no, that of course would be forbidden, because him, being Stanton, would want to tell her all that had happened before she'd lost her memory, and then, Stanton would be thrown out of the Atrox. And he didn't want that.

The waitress came and picked up the bill, then gave him the change. Stanton thanked her, and started to get up. A sixteen year old girl dressed in baggy pants and a black shirt with Purple hair, two locks being silver walked by accidentally ran into him. The girl looked up at him, with her startling silver eyes and said, "Sorry about that Dude, I didn't mean too-" but she stopped mid way in her sentence.

Stanton searched her mind, trying to find the reason why she had stopped her sentence. Then, he found it. A panicked, scared thought. Oh my god. That bastards still alive? The guy who attacked my Grandmother three years ago hasn't been picked up by the copes yet? Shit, Shit, Shit. Lord, Help me! He might attack me too! That's what she was thinking. But Stanton had no clue what she was talking-or rather-thinking about.

"Are you okay?" Stanton asked.

"Stay the Hell away from me," the girl ordered instead of answering, making Stanton rather taken aback. The girl looked at him a minute more, and then backed away from him, and ran from Stanton in fright.

Stanton stared after her. The girl had been a definite punker-like him. He didn't know why, but she seemed familiar. Was she of the Atrox? No, not likely. She had, after all, acted scared of him. And had she been a follower, she would have said "Hi" or something. No-he'd had to of meant her somewhere else. Perhaps in her past life form. Or, maybe, in a fight. Seen her at a club. There were a million possibilities.
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Jax ran down the street, away from the guy she had ran into. Fear surged through her. Had he memorized her face in just those five minutes? It was possible. And he might have the need to, because he had, after all, murdered her Grandmother Maggie for no apparent reason three years ago, and now, he might be back in L. A just to finish her off the same way he had done to her Grandmother.

Ha! Jax thought. He's not going to get me. I've been in the C. I. A for two years, and I'm well trained now, so I can kick that son of a bitches ass. She smirked, and grabbed her car keys from her pocket, and opened the door to her silver convertible, and hopped in. She put her keys in the ignition, and drove off, down the streets of L. A.

Jax turned the car down Main St. and then made another turn to the right, going down Hollywood Drive. She sighed, watching the teen couples walk down the street hand in hand. Sometimes, Jax wished she were normal like others. Instead of-the fact that she was a witch. Not like the pointy- black hat wearing witches they have on Halloween posters, but a demon- fighting, mind moving, turning invisible, reading minds, getting premonitions, time traveling, witch. She'd found this out about a month after her Grandmother Maggie had died.

Maggie, Jax had learned, had not been her biological grandmother, but adopted. Yeah, next to the weirdness of being a witch, she had been adopted, and never told who her parents were. Jax, however, had been used to weirdness already. Maggie had been trainers for the Daughters of the moon-Goddesses with amazing powers that fought the evil known as the Atrox, and died when they turned seventeen, or had memory loss. The current daughters had, however, been allowed to live and keep their memories as well as powers because Maggie had died, and there was no one to train future daughters, this, however, would only stay until they were twenty five. When around members of the Atrox though, they completely forget everything about that. Otherwise, their memories and powers work perfectly fine.

Jax suspected that, because Maggie trained the Daughters of the moon, who were enemies of the Atrox, that was why she had been murdered. Jax- however-was a witch, not A daughter of the moon. She would live as long as she was supposed to, continuously fighting demons and other paranormal evil.

The teenage girl also thought that whoever that guy was whom had murdered Maggie, had been a follower of the Atrox. He had looked like one, but Jax could never be certain. The only way to be certain was if she saw him use his powers. She couldn't feel others reading her mind, but she could read others minds. So if he had read her mind while there, she had no idea. That made her a little uneasy. But whatever. She would deal with him the next time she meant up with him.

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Stanton stood in the back of the corner of the room at the Atrox meeting. The atrox was appearing here tonight, or at least, its voice would be. Set up in front of him, there was a screen and a thing for slide shows. He didn't know why he was here. He had no need. But-something had told him to come.

"My devoted followers, I am glad to see you have come," The Atrox's voice said,(sounding male) and Stanton looked up. There were hoots, and hollers from the other followers at this.

"Thank you, thank you," The atrox said at that, and continued, "For centuries we have been hiding who we are. Killing off Daughters of the moon, fighting them, and having them join us. We are now invincible. But, my friends, we may not be for long."

There were several gasps, and the room went silent, dead silent, and everyone waited for the Atrox to continue.

"It has come to my attention, my friends, thanks to a Prophecy written by that fool of a wizard Merlin, that there is some one more powerful than the daughters of the moon." The Atrox continued, and at this, the room grew more silent then before.

"According to the Prophecy, there is a witch, a powerful, fully blooded witch, that will bring destruction to me, the Atrox. And, possibly, it's Prince of darkness." The Atrox said, and at this, every head in the building turned to stare at Stanton. For he was known as the Prince of Darkness.

"That is right, Stanton will be destroyed as well as me if we do not stop her, " The Atrox said, and added, "Binx, start the slide show please."

A man stepped out of the crowd, and then turned on the film projector. Stanton's jaw dropped as he saw a picture of the girl who had ran into him this morning appear on the screen.

"This is Jax Judith. The witch I was telling you about. She is only sixteen, and although she looks harmful, she is not. The girl is the adopted Grand Daughter of Maggie, the ex-trainer of the Daughters of the moon, who, as you might re-call, three years ago, Stanton single handedly murdered. Maggie, that is." The Atrox said. There were cheers at the memory of this.

Stanton froze. He had killed Maggie? But-but Maggie had died of a heart attack. Anger surged through him. No, that's what the Atrox had made it look like. Stanton had been forced to kill Maggie. It all came back to him now. And he realized, that was why Jax had ran from him. Because she had been there the night he had attacked Maggie.

"However, not only because she is the adopted daughter of Maggie, but because she will be the destruction of Stanton and I, I ask you all, to search for her, and, to kill her. A nice and clean death. And, keep Stanton away from her." The Atrox said.

The Atrox's words echoed through his mind. I ask you all, to search for her, and, to kill her. Anger surged through him. The Atrox was going to kill an innocent girl. He didn't care if she could be the destruction of him, and the Atrox, for Maggie's respect, and kindness given to him when he and Serena had been together, Stanton was going to save Jax. If it was the last thing he did.
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