Myllea Reinscolt, a young woman of sixteen with waist length black hair and deep emerald eyes, stood on the bus on her way home from school. She had been held back by her teacher for not completing an assignment on time and was now upset that she had had to stay back so long. She turned to look at the other students getting home late from school. These people are on this bus because they're delinquents, not because they forgot about school work she thought to herself. In her heart, she knew she was using it as an excuse, yet somehow she truly felt different from the rest of them, as if she her life was much more important than that of a lowly school girl with excellent grades and an incredible body.

Stepping off the bus and preparing for the long walk up the path, she turned to face her home, Aensland Castle. According to her grandfather, in years past there had been a vampire named Jedah that had attempted to gather the souls of the strong into himself. As a result of his failure, Earth and a world called Makai had been merged into one, allowing contact and understanding to take place between humans and creatures called Darkstalkers. She had always thought her grandfather was making the story up. He had also said that Aensland Castle was the home of the ruler's of Makai, the Aensland clan. When their leader Berial had died and his daughter Morrigan had refused to rule, she left the castle, and its inhabitants had died of old age, leaving the halls bare.

Now she crept up the walk to her home, atop a sweeping green hill in Scotland. Not being a native of the country, having been born on Russia, Myllea still found it irritating to climb the sloping hills just to reach home. Making her way to her room in the tallest tower of Aensland Castle, for the name had never been changed, she set her books down and decided to take a nap while waiting for her parents to return from work. Knowing she'd have a long wait, she thought to herself They always seem to forget that I'm alone in this place for hours while they work. Flopping onto her massive bed, she closed her eyes, drifting into a deep sleep, as well as a vivid dream…

- Myllea's Dream -

Myllea sat on a throne in a room that looked very familiar to her. She slowly pushed herself into a sitting position as a small man with the appearance came shuffling into the room. "My Lady, you've woken up. Come to the main chamber, your father His Majesty requests an audience with you." Myllea knew that she had no control over what she said or what went on, because the voice and movements were not her own; she was simply there as an observer through the eyes of a key player.

Moving to a large spacious room that was also familiar to her, she watched from inside it as the body bowed to a figure seated in an illustrious throne, placed in front of a large family crest. "My daughter, do you have a reply for me as of yet?"

"No father, I don't. This isn't something so easily handled, and you know that for a fact as the ruler. Now leave me be, I'm going out." The woman with whom Myllea shared the body left the castle, but before leaving she caught a single name. "Morrigan…"

- End Myllea's Dream -

Myllea woke up to find her mother looking into the room. "I heard some rustling from downstairs. You've been asleep for hours, time to come down for dinner. Start your homework right after."

"Ok mom. Oh, mom, do you remember those stories grandfather used to tell me? The ones about the vampire and the Makai Realm?" She followed her mother down the winding steps towards the massive hall that served as the kitchen. "Yes. I always told him those weren't stories for children to hear. Why? Did you have a bad dream while you slept?" her mother asked, serving her a large helping of beef and potatoes. Her mother was Scottish, but her father was Russian.

Myllea squirmed in her seat and looked at her parents, her father having just walked through the door. "Well you couldn't really call it a bad dream. I dreamed that I was in the body of a woman who lived in Makai and that she was the daughter of some ruler. Before I woke up I heard the man on the throne say the name Morrigan, and I think he was talking to the person whose body I was sharing."

At that, her mother early dropped the pot of potatoes and her father slipped out of his seat. "Myllea dear, I think you've been thinking about grandfathers stories too often lately. All that nonsense about Makai and those people are just stories he'd tell you to keep you on the road to a good life." her mother said. The family had dinner in quiet that night, and Myllea was now positive that it had something to do with those stories. After dinner, she did her homework and went to bed. But while she slept, something was going on somewhere else…

- Majigen -

The old nun and her good friend, an expert in martial arts, stood in a grassy field in the north of Scotland, overlooking what appeared to be a whole in space. "It seems as though Earth, Makai, and Majigen have united into one quite nicely on the physical level. I hope this means that there won't be any more like Jedah." The nun folded her hands in prayer as the man with her spoke. "Physically, there is nothing to worry about. However, socially, the Darkstalkers of Makai and the people of Earth won't be able to get along as easily as the few that have settled down amongst each other." He took a step towards the nun and they stood next to each other in silence for a short while.

"Felicia, I've been hearing some rogue Darkstalkers talk of a war to claim the entire joined realm as their own. The only problem is whatever is left the Aensland clan and Maximov clans are gathering Darkstalkers and humans alike to fight with them. With the deaths of Dimitri and Morrigan both clans are without rule, so the closest people to those two are taking it upon themselves to organize a revolution."

"Oh, Jon, what about us? And B.B? As far as I know the rest of the Darkstalkers we've met are dead or have gone back to their places of origin." The two continued their conversation as they walked away from the field, back into town. "It was rumored that along the lines an Aensland and a Maximov fell in love and a new line had been born, with different surnames of course. If only we could find the heir to the Makai Realm…"