Thank you for selecting this new story of mine. I'm actually taking a huge gamble with this because I want it to surpass the Heroes series I made prior to this. This is an AU story filled with OCs as usual; however, I'm doing something a little different. Though, it is not a direct crossover, I will be using things in relevance to the Van Helsing movie starring Hugh Jackman. And the world the story starts in is not our own, but one very similar to it; parallel if you will.

Now before you begin to read, please read this first so you have some basic understanding. If you haven't seen it, I strongly suggest finding the movie and watching it. It's really very good. Now, for those who have seen it, remember how Van Helsing was infected with the curse of the werewolf and was, in turn, "cured?" Well, my friend Demon She-Wolf and myself have speculated that the curse acts like a virus. You can treat the symptoms, but you can never get rid of it completely. Therefore, we theorize Van Helsing still had traces of werewolf-ism and passed it down to future generations.

Also, in this story there are somewhat modern appliances such as the early guns, trains, running water, etc. Things of that era. Think of a century or two after Van Helsing. Modern, but not extremely so as of today's extent.

Thank you for reading this information. I do not own Zelda. Please, enjoy Descendant: Revelations.

It was raining that day too. The day my father was buried in the cemetery of the exiles. It seemed that not even in death he was welcomed.

Today was different, though. It rained for an entirely different reason. Today was the two hundred and fiftieth anniversary of the Order; the day when over a thousand of the supernatural were put down by the hands of the Order. It always rained on this day.

I walked swiftly down the main corridor and to the office of Order General Crams Hales; the leader of the Order. I pushed open the cherry wood doors and saluted upon my entry. "Sir!"

Order General Hales stood, his hands resting on his desk. "You have a lot of nerve coming in here, Black Blood. What is the meaning of this?" he questioned, gray hair falling over pale blue eyes.

"Sir, with all due respect, I may not be an official member of the Order, but I am a willing volunteer. I ask of you to allow me to accompany my commanding officer, Colonel Maximus Cato, into the field today," I requested.

Hales raised a bushy eyebrow at me. "And why should I grant this outrageous wish?"

"I have information that an unknown and very powerful sorcerer has been seen in the area Colonel Cato wishes to investigate. Please, allow me to escort him."

"I will allow you to do as you please, Black Blood, but know this. If anything happens to Cato, I will hold you personally responsible and I will send the Hounds of Hell after you, or rather the people of our country. They will enjoy destroying an abomination like yourself," Hales explained clearly.

I saluted. "Understood, sir!" I dismissed myself, retreating down the very same corridor as before, all the while cursing my heritage. Damn my mother and her practices. It was because of her that I was treated the way I was. I hated her for it.

"Callisto! Callisto, wait!"

With a sigh, I stopped and raked a pale hand through wild, raven hair. "What is it, Markus?" I asked the young Staff Sergeant. He was also my only friend in the Order; a pitiful friend, but a friend nevertheless.

He stopped before me and blushed. "I… uh… snuck this out of weaponry for you." I was handed a standard pistol. Just as I was about to question it, Markus continued. "The bullets are… uh… filled with the extract of rosemary. It's a sign of remembrance and it keeps evil spirits away."

I smirked and leaned down to look at Markus. "Oh, no, Markus. I want evil spirits to be attracted to me. That way I can protect all of you. It is my job, after all. But, I will accept your gift with great honor. Perhaps it will come in handy someday." I straightened up. "I'll see you around, Markus. Thanks again." I walked away, taking the first step in a long journey.

The men of my family were fools. The supernatural seemed to have an undying affinity with them, and they were all affected one way or another. The first Van Helsing, Gabriel, was a Hunter of the original Order. He was probably the most powerful Hunter of all time. Then the fool went and got bit by a werewolf and got its blood inside of him, permanently changing him. It was rumored that his first love, cured him at the cost of her own life, but everyone knew that wasn't true. Once infected, always infected. It acted like a virus, and you could treat the symptoms, but it would always remain.

That virus was passed down through generation after generation of Van Helsings, never ending. And even though it was considerably weakened as it spread throughout the family, those affected by it the most always had noticeable differences. Usually it was unearthly strength, speed, agility, etc, but some were cursed with the yellow eyes of a wolf as well. I was one of the unlucky ones.

This setback in our lineage could have been overlooked to some extent, but when my father committed the unthinkable, it brought our prior shame to light and amplified it. My father was considered an outcast, an exile, and was dismissed of his rank as General. He was bound to his home, and was driven mad. His last words were spoken to me, but were not for me. I was six at the time, but I can still remember everything he said. "I'm sorry, Sarah. I understand." Those words were addressed to my mother, the reason for my abuse. Father died soon after, and no one came to his funeral but me.

"A coin for your thoughts?" came a voice.

I looked up and stared directly into the jade of eyes of Colonel Cato. "Do you honestly care, sir?"

Cato smiled with that debonair charm. "Of course I care. I care about all my subordinates, abominations or not. They're the ones that will take me to the top. I owe it to them."

I frowned and pulled at the thick braid at the left side of my head lightly. I did this often due to pent up energy. My body was like a bomb ready to go off. I could not sit still for long. "You don't have to lie to me, sir. No one cares for me, but my father and Markus, and one of them is dead because of it."

"So this is about your father?" the colonel concluded. My eyes widened. How had he deduced that? "Callisto, no matter what you think, I do care about you. Please, tell me about your father, about General Van Helsing."

I remained silent until I finally sighed. "We don't have time for semantics and reminiscing. Look there, sir. We've arrived."

Cato looked out the window to the train we currently rode in. It was true what I said. We were close to arriving at the city of Alta. It was on the horizon now, the city lights a beacon in the dark.

"You are right," Colonel Cato sighed. He rose from his seat. "Come on, Callisto. Time to track a sorcerer."

Colonel Cato and I rushed down the streets, the rain pouring down from above. The sorcerer had finally slipped up and revealed himself. It wouldn't be long before he was either in our custody or dead.

My waist cape, brandishing the Order's marks, flapped wildly in the wind and my sabre and pistol clinked against my belt. How much longer would we have to run. Where was that damned sorcerer?

"Callisto, head west, I'll head east. We'll meet up at the cathedral," Colonel Cato ordered.

"Roger." I changed directions in the blink of an eye, quickening my pace. If only is wasn't raining, I could put these cursed abilities to use and track him by scent. "Sorcerer!" I yelled spinning around, thunder booming in the distance. "Where are you?! Come out, coward!"

As expected, I received no answer. And to make matters worse, it was getting hard to see. Pulling my goggles down over my eyes, I peered through the darkness. But even while using my superb night vision, I could barely see my own hand in front of my face. The sound of chanting suddenly drew my attention. Could that be the sorcerer?

Running towards the chanting, I grew increasingly aware that it was coming from the cemetery outside the cathedral… how cliché. In fact, if I knew any better, I'd say it was coming from inside the cathedral. Slamming the doors open, I stepped into the abandoned cathedral, a wave of dusty air rushing to meet me. I coughed.

"It seems I've been discovered."

I drew my pistol and aimed across from me in as little time as it took to snap. Directly in my line of sight was the sorcerer. He was pale and his eyes were a burning red, a strange tattoo under one of them. Long, lavender hair spilled out from underneath a violet cap and down matching robes. "I suggest you come peacefully. My superiors would have my head if I killed you meaninglessly. You are to be questioned as to what you are doing here. Understand?"

The sorcerer let out a long, drawn out sigh. "I honestly have no intention of going anywhere with you. I just wish to return to my own world… to my home."

"Your world?" I questioned. Glancing down, I noticed the transmutation circle drawn on the floor. What game was this guy playing?

"Yes, my world. The truth is, I'm not from here at all. I come from another world entirely, a parallel world, if you will. The two are very similar," my target explained.

I clenched my teeth. "I'm afraid you're not going back to your world anytime soon. I have direct orders to either apprehend you or kill you. It's time to choose."

"Very well," the sorcerer groaned. "Put away your gun and use that magic relic, so we can have ourselves a proper duel."

"No way!" I hissed. "I am determined not to use this cursed 'magic weapon' as you call it. I am a woman of science, I will not resort to using magic."

A light, cocky laugh came from within the sorcerer. "A witch who won't use magic! That's quite funny! You say you're a woman of science, but magic and science go hand in hand. Where do you think your precious science came from?"

"Shut up! I am not a witch! I will not use magic!"

"Ah," the sorcerer held up a finger, "but you are half of one… and a little… wolf it seems." At my stunned face, the sorcerer laughed again. "You cannot hide from me and my magic eyes, little wolf-witch. Now, duel me or let me return home."

I was half tempted to remove the rose from the strap around my neck and use its magic to fight the cocky sorcerer. However, the sound of the door opening stopped me. "So that's what you are," Colonel Cato's voice resonated throughout the church. "A witch and of course a wolf."

I growled. "That's right! Now you know why I am called Black Blood. Not only was an ancestor of mine infected by a werewolf, but I am to unholy spawn of a tabooed union! I was born of a human man and a witch!"

Cato sighed long and hard. "That doesn't matter. The only thing I'm concerned with is protecting the human race. I don't care if your human, witch, werewolf, or some nymph named Nelly. That is not a concern of mine."

Surprised, my eyes widened. "What? Really? Do you mean that, sir?"

"I don't hate, Callisto. Not anyone, but there's no time to talk of this now. We have a mission to complete."

I nodded, focused once again. "Right." Turning back to the sorcerer, I watched in irritation as he examined his fingernails.

"Oh, you're done speaking now?" he questioned, snarky. Sneering, I fired my pistol the bullet embedding itself into the sorcerer's shoulder. The sorcerer stumbled backwards, shocked. "You actually shot me! Ha! I'm surprised at you, girl! But you can't stop me," he said, holding his shoulder, stemming the blood flow. "It's already too late." Clapping his hands together, the sorcerer slammed his hands down into the transmutation circle, a bright, blue glow coming from the lines. A huge swirling vortex appeared above.

"What have you done?!" Cato shouted at him.

"I'm going home! I can go home!" the sorcerer shouted gleefully. He turned to us and laughed. "Remember this, hunters! Today's the day you almost caught the Wind Mage Vaati!"

A loud growl erupted from my chest, and I launched myself at the sorcerer. "Hiyah!" I shouted, tackling Vaati to the ground. We landed on the ground roughly and rolled, punching and slapping at each other. The circle must've gotten smeared, for a the once blue light turned red.

"You fool!" Vaati shouted at me. "You've messed up the circle and the temporal vortex! Who knows what'll happen!"

The swirling vortex's speed suddenly increased and the wind picked up. The stained glass of the windows shattered and harsh rain came spilling in, lightening flashing and giving the cathedral and eerie glow. Suddenly, my feet left the ground.

"Agh!" I yelled in alarm.

"Callisto!" Cato shouted. He ran towards me, reaching out. As things started to fly around and get sucked into the vortex, Cato tried desperately to get to me. "Grab my hand!" he commanded.

I struggled, almost swimming against the wind current. It was hopeless! "I can't!" I screamed. I felt my feet being pulled into the vortex. It was over. "Agh!"

My world went dark.

It was bright. Blindingly so.

Sitting up, I groaned. "Ugh, what happened?" I grumbled. "Where am I?" I certainly wasn't in the cathedral, though it sure looked like it. No wait. It looked more like a giant castle.

I stood up and collected my bearings, readjusting my sabre and pistol on my belt. Reaching into the pouch at my thigh, I pulled out my new bullets supplied to me by Markus and began loading my pistol. Who knew what was in here, and I was not taking any chances.

I cocked the gun and held it close, creeping throughout the white room. And when I say white, I mean white. There was white marble, white stone, white brick; the only color was the red rug, the windows depicting strange looking characters, and a strange stone table. I approached it cautiously.

"Here lies the Master Sword," the table read.

I turned in circles. "Sword? I don't see any Master Sword." Looking towards a huge stone door, I stopped. "Perhaps it's behind there." I placed my hands on the door and pushed, the door sliding open. And there is was, a greatsword was resting in a stone pedestal. "Bingo."

The sword was a bluish-purple, green wrapping up its handle. A large, yellow gem was embedded in the hilt. A silvery glow seemed to surround the blade. It was an impressive sword. And now that I was done taking the tour of this place, I needed to find a way out.

As I searched, the sound of a window sliding open drew my attention. I ducked behind a pillar and peeked out and up the towering part of the room. A window was open and a rope was sliding down! Just what was going on?

I hope you guys liked that. Before I write anymore chapters; however, I'm going to finish at least one or two of my other stories. I just wanted to see how you guys liked this.

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