I hope everyone enjoyed The Darkness Saga: One Piece. I loved writing it, and a special thank you to all those who followed it to the end. I put A LOT of planning n this story, so I hope you all enjoy this one as well. I hope you all favorite this story and review.
I do not own anything related to the Harry Potter series, the rights go to J.K. Rowling.
I do not own anything related to the Sword of Truth series, all rights go to Terry Goodkind.
And now, without further adieu, I present to you the first chapter of the Darkness Saga: Lamia Mystica.
*Note* All the spells read in this chapter are in Welsh. Also, if you use Google Translate, it messes up the English translation.
Chapter 1 Love Creates Life
-Transylvania, 1550-
In a lowly village in Transylvania, walked a woman down the street. She was extremely beautiful. People were staring at her, marveling at her beauty. She was a fairly tall woman with long, brown, shoulder length hair. Her lips were plump and ruby red. Her skin was as pale as milk, and her eyes were a deep, dark blue. She was wearing elegant robes that signified dignity. The robes were as blue as her eyes, and was tied around her waist by a gold string.
The children in the area were following her around. In her many years, she has grown patient and appreciative of children. She no longer considered them as tools for revenge, those days long behind her. A little blonde girl grabbed the woman's sleeve and asked her to play with the other children.
"What's your name, little one?" asked the woman as she was dragged near the woods.
"My name is Kelly, madam." said Kelly. "May I ask for yours?"
"My name is…Morgan." said the beautiful woman. "Now, what shall we do?"
"My friends are making crowns out of flowers!" said Kelly.
"Oh my!" said Morgan. "I didn't know you could make crowns out of flowers. Can you show me?"
"Hmm hmm!" said Kelly. She led Morgan to a field of flowers just outside of the forest. All of her little friends were their. After introducing Morgan, they spent hours making rings and crowns of flowers. Morgan was really happy, an unusual thing for her. It was near sunset when the girls had to leave.
"Why are you all leaving?" asked Morgan. "Don't children stay out late and play?"
"We're not allowed to, Miss Morgan." said Kelly. "Our parents want us home before sunset every day."
"Why is that?" asked Morgan with a chuckle.
"Because there is a demon in the woods!" said Kelly. Morgan gave the child a questioning look.
"Demon? Are you sure?" asked Morgan.
"Yes I am!" said Kelly. "According to the stories mommy and daddy tell me, it feeds on all who enter it at night! Forgive me Miss Morgan, I must get home!" She ran off in a hurry.
Morgan, understanding, decided that she should get to the closest Inn. She took her map out of her pack and tried to find one. She noticed that the closest one was in the next village, and the fastest way to get to it was through the woods. Morgan sighed and entered the woods.
She was walking for quite some time. The sun had gone down, and was replaced by a full moon and plenty of stars. In her youth, Morgan always liked to stargaze. However this was no time for an old hobby, as something was following her. She could sense the creature, so she started to run. As she ran faster, Morgan was able to hear the creature run faster.
She saw a clearing and ran to it, believing she would have a much better chance at fighting the creature in the open. She ran to the center of the clearing, and noticed that clouds were blocking the moon light. However, Morgan had a special way to see in the dark. She turned around and saw blood red eyes looking at her from within the woods.
"So the stories are true." said Morgan. "A demon exists in these woods."
"A demon?" said a powerful voice. "Oh wench, you are greatly misinformed."
"And I think you've greatly underestimated me." said Morgan. "Meysydd o dan!" A large ball of fire appeared in her hand and she threw it at the creature. The creature was able to dodge it do to its superior reflexes.
"A witch!" cried the voice with glee. "I can't remember the last time I drank from a which! Oh, I bet you taste delicious."
"Come get me!" said Morgan. The creature jumped from the forest and into the clearing. It was really fast, but Morgan was faster. "Gwinwydd o'r Ddaear, rhwymo y cythraul!"
From the earth rose plant vines. The vines followed the creature and wrapped around its wrists, ankles and waist. It struggled to get free, but the vines tightened around it. Morgan walked towards it and felt completely safe. She lifted her right hand, and used her magic to cover it in green fire. As she was about to finish it off by decapitation, the Moon revealed itself, bathing the two supernatural beings in its pale light.
As Morgan saw the creature fully, her face blushed. She never expected to see a handsome man, the most handsome man she ever saw. He had long, black hair tied in a pony tail, and was a bit taller than Morgan. His skin was also much paler than hers, and his crimson eyes were still staring at her. His clothes looked old, but were well kept. He was wearing a dark tunic emblazoned with cold and a bit of chain mail. His black cape billowed in the light wind. When Morgan got back to his face, she saw that he had long sharp fangs.
"Vampire." said Morgan.
"You're not afraid of me?" asked the vampire.
"I encountered one of your kind before, and I wasn't impressed." said Morgan.
"Is that so?" asked the vampire. He really couldn't say anything else. He was far too captivated by her beauty. He felt a strange feeling in his chest, almost like a heart beat. "What it your name, fair lady?"
"What?" asked Morgan, shocked by the question.
"What is your name?" asked the vampire again.
"For several decades, I have gone by the name Morgan." said the sorceress. "But my real name… is-is Morgana Le Fey."
"The sorceress whose power is said to rival Merlin's?" said the vampire.
"The same." said Morgana. "What's your name?"
"Over the centuries, I have gone by many names." said the vampire. "For you though, I shall give you me real name. Dracula."
"What a powerful name." said Morgana. She had the vines lower Dracula. When he was on the ground, they kept staring at each other's eyes. They leaned in closer, until their lips met.
-Two Months Later-
Morgana has never felt this way about anyone in her long life. She used to use men for her own personal gain, but not anymore. The sense of danger she felt around Dracula had strengthen her love, and made it all the more exciting. They were courting each other for a couple of months.
Every time they made love, Dracula would feed on Morgana. It increased her pleasure, though. Since she spelled herself with immortality, Dracula never suggested to turn her into a vampire. They were extremely happy for a good, long time, until one fateful day.
"Morgana!" screamed Dracula one stormy night. "Morgana! Where are you?"
"I'm here, my love!" said Morgana as she came out of their room. "And I have great news!"
"Not now Morgana!" screamed Dracula, having a tone of fear in his voice. He ran to their room and started to pack her some clothes. "I need to get you out of here!"
"What?" asked Morgana. "Why?"
"You don't need to worry about it!" he screamed. "As long as your safe."
"Safe from what?" Morgana asked, getting a bit irritated.
"It doesn't concern you." said Dracula, throwing some of Morgana's clothes in a travel pack..
"Dracula sit DOWN!" screamed Morgana, her voice reverberating like thunder. Dracula stood wide eyed and sat down. Morgana calmed down and took his hand. "You are trying to protect me. You love me, and I love you. So it obviously concerns me."
"But I don't want to endanger you-" started Dracula.
"I'm in danger when I'm near you and you know it!" said Morgana. "However, you should know better than anyone that I can take care of my self."
"True, but-"said Dracula.
"But nothing!" screamed Morgana. "I love you. Please, tell me what is happening."
"I'm being Hunted." said Dracula, while staring straight into her eyes.
"By a Hunter?" asked Morgana. She was told of Hunters, mortals who hunt down all the supernatural beings who have hurt human society. Even witches. "Who?"
"A man chosen by the Vatican is to hunt me down." said Dracula. "He is a new Hunter, but from what I heard is especially skilled. And he is not alone."
"He's not?" asked Morgana.
"No." said Dracula, becoming erratic again. "The Vatican has partnered him up with their top vampire Hunter, Alexander Anderson."
"The one you fought before?" Morgana asked.
"Yes." said Dracula. "And I must get rid of them."
"But you said that you were barely able to escape Anderson last time!" screamed Morgana. "With this other Hunter, how will you be able to survive?"
"I don't know." said Dracula. "Come, you must leave."
"I just can't leave you!" yelled Morgana.
"You can and you will!" screamed Dracula. "I don't want to lose you. You have given me a great gift: you made me feel human again."
"And you have given me a gift as well, my love." said Morgana. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her stomach. "I'm with child."
"What?" asked Dracula with wide eyes. "How-?"
"I don't know how, but I have never been happier." Morgana said with tears of joy falling from her face.
"Morgana!" said Dracula as he leaned in to kiss her. "But, if the Hunters ever found out about the child, or you, I don't know what I would do."
"But I can't raise the child without you!" cried Morgana. "As much as I would love it, I don't know how to raise a vampire."
"You must." said Dracula taking her hands in his. "For me, for yourself. For the child."
Morgana cried in Dracula's arms for a good hour. Dracula stood up and finished packing her pack. He gave her enough food to last a few weeks. He gave her the pack and led her out of their little cabin and into the clearing where they first meant. They kissed again, and left each other's arms. Before she got to the edge of the clearing, Dracula came running back.
"Morgana," started the King of the Night, "I'm afraid for the child. Is there a way to give him some of the souls I have taken?"
"I don't know," said Morgana, "But, I could try."
"Please do it." said Dracula. Morgana nodded and went to work. Using her magic, she created a pentagram that covered the entire clearing. As she spoke her spell, the pentagram started glowing in a deep red color.
"Ysbryd hynafol o nerth cyfrinydd, os gwelwch yn dda wrando ar fy ngalwad!" screamed Morgana. "Cymerwch y eneidau y nos ac yn ffurfio em o ddiogelwch. Bydd atgofion am ryfeloedd hynafol mynd drwy'r gwaed a chefft sel amddiffyn. Ffurfio o waed, yn creu i mi y grisial!"
Morgana nodded and Dracula bit on his arm. He started bleeding and the blood rose up and came together in Morgana's hands. It formed a small jewel in her hand. She took a closer look and saw apparitions flying around.
"Those must be some of the souls that I have drained." said Dracula.
"How did you steal all of these?" asked Morgana.
"I drank them dry, and pulled their soul into me." said Dracula. "Because I have taken so many, I can't be killed, at least not very easily. Every time I am killed, a soul is destroyed instead. Now Morgana, you must run. Go anywhere as long as it's safe. I love you."
"I love you too." said Morgana, giving him one last kiss. She broke away with tears in her eyes yet again and ran from him.
-9 Months Later-
It has been nearly a year since Morgana has last seen her love. After she ran from Dracula, she went back to England. She ran until she was just a weeks walk north of the ruins of Camelot. After arriving back in England, she came across an old cottage. Within the cottage were two kind, elderly couple. The old woman was named Rosalina, and the man's name was Zachariah. Both had grey hair and sagging skin. They were far from rich, but they had more than enough money to get by. When Morgana came to their door, asking for a bed and some food, she was welcomed in with open arms.
The next day, as she was leaving, Rosalina said she should stay as she got a good look at her stomach. Morgana's stomach has expanded greatly. She tried to leave, but both Rosalina and Zachariah insisted. For several months, Morgana helped Rosalina with housework while Zachariah did farm work. The elderly couple treated her like she as their own daughter.
When Morgana missed Dracula, she would just think about him and now how he was doing. Before Dracula and her separated, Morgana bound them with a spell so they always knew where the other was and know if they were alive. One day, she felt her heart break. She felt her other half, her true love Dracula die. She fell into a deep depression and became very ill. As Rosalina was wiping her head with a wet washcloth, there came a knocking on the front door.
"Who's there, Granny Rose?" asked Morgana, using the nickname the old woman wanted to be called. Rosalina came in in a hurry, wearing a questioning look on her face.
"Some people are here to see you." said Rosalina. "They say they are your friends."
"Friends?" asked Morgana as several women entered the small room.
Three of the women were really tall. They wore tight, red leather. Above their left breast was a crescent moon and a star. They appeared to be very muscular for women. The one that led them into the room looked the most frightening. Like the other two women, her auburn hair were in a tight braid. The women to her left had thick black hair, and her brown eyes seemed as if they were staring into Morgana's soul. The final woman had piercing blue eyes and blond hair.
"Who are you?" screamed Morgana. "What do you want?"
"Calm yourself, Morgana." said a soft silken voice as another woman walked it. "Stress is bad for the child."
The woman who walked in was exceptionally beautiful. She looked like a good spirit in the flesh. Her long blonde hair fell to beyond her strong shoulders, to the small of her back. She was searing a fine black dress, something you wouldn't expect a traveler to be wearing.
"Excuse me madam, but would you please look after my companions while I talk to Morgana?" asked the woman in the black dress. "We have been traveling for many days, and they need some food."
"Oh, yes. Of course." said Rosalina. The blond woman nodded at the other three women and only two walked out. Only the auburn haired woman remained.
"Denna, please leave." said the woman dressed in black. "I wish to speak to Morgana alone."
"Is that an order?" asked the one known as Denna.
"Does it need to be?" asked the black dress wearing woman coldly. Denna stood there for a moment, then walked out. "Sorry about Denna, she's a bit difficult. The other women you saw were Rikka, the blond one, and Raina, the one with the black hair."
"Who are you?" Morgana asked again as the blonde sat next to her.
"I'm Sister Nicci." said the blonde. "I'm a Sister of the Dark."
"A Sister of the Dark?" asked Morgana. "When I was training my magic, I heard whispers of your Sisterhood. I thought you all were a myth."
"You were supposed to think that." said Nicci.
"If you are a Sister of the Dark, why are you here?" Morgana asked.
"For your child." said Nicci, not showing any emotion.
"NO!" screamed Morgana. "You can not have my child!"
"Morgana! Shh!" said Nicci, looking towards the door. "If it wasn't for the prophecy, I would let you and your child live your own lives."
"What prophecy?" asked Morgana.
"You are going to die after your child is born." said Nicci after a moment of silence. "In the land of her mystic training, the most powerful sorceress shall fall. But not like a warrior, but by giving her life, for the life she helped create. Life created by the union of the Queen of Magic and the King of the Night."
"I die giving birth to my child?" asked Morgana. "Nicci, the father of my child is a vampire. How could we have a child together?"
"I don't know." said Nicci. "I wasn't told that a vampire was the father."
"What are you going to do with my child?" asked Morgana.
"We will take it to the Palace of the Prophets, where we will train the child to control the magic it will inherit from you." said Nicci. "The Mord-Sith, the women wearing leather, will teach your child how to fight, and to take pain."
Morgana then started crying. The loss of her lover, and her life with her child have broken her heart. Nicci tried to comfort her, but failed miserably. Being raised without anyone showing her real love, she didn't know how to truly show it. For about a week, the baby did not come. Rikka helped out Rosalina with housework, and Raina helped Zachariah by chopping wood and feeding the animals. Denna stood her ground and guarded the entrance of the house.
Nicci decided to sit with Morgana and make her comfortable. They discussed many things, such as spells and charms. However, they would mostly talk about what the baby is going to be like. Morgana would always turn their conversation towards that subject. During the week, Nicci opened up to Morgana and started to feel a connection.
"Nicci, I want you to promise me something." said Morgana.
"What is it, Morgana?" asked Nicci. She was combing through Morgana's hair.
"I want you to raise my child." said Morgana. Nicci, due to shock, dropped the comb on the floor.
"What?" asked Nicci. "Why me of all people?"
"Because you have a good heart, I can see it." said Morgana. "I can feel it I my heart and soul that you would raise it like your own."
"I…I don't know what to say!" said Nicci.
"Please say yes." pleaded Morgana.
"Yes, Morgana, yes!" said Nicci. "I will raise and watch over your child."
"Thank you!" screamed Morgana, pulling Nicci into a hug. She took a deep breath and got out of the hug. "There's one more thing I want you to do for me, Nicci."
"Which is?" asked the sorceress.
"Can you give my magic to my baby?" asked Morgana. Nicci gave her a shocked and stern face.
"I can't directly give your magic to the baby." said Nicci. "It would have to be given to another, then your child. And you are considered the most powerful sorceress in the world. Even I, who has absorbed the magic, the Han, of five Sisters is no where near your level. People can be corrupted by power and never give it up."
"Then let me give it to you." said Morgana after thinking for a moment. "I can trust you to hold onto my magic until my child is ready for it."
"But Morgana-" started Nicci.
"Please Nicci!" screeched Morgana, with tears in her eyes.
"Okay. Place your palms on mine and close your eyes." said Nicci, putting her palms up. Morgana put her hands on Nicci's. "Now, surrender yourself to me." Their hands started glowing gold, getting brighter ad brighter by the second. "Lef vianna, Han osee, vilele. Say the words with me."
"Lef vianna, Han osee, vilele." said Morgana.
"Lef vianna, Han osee, vilele" the two sorceresses said, getting louder and the glow in their hands got brighter. "Lef vianna, Han osee, vilele!"
Both of their bodies started glowing in the gold. From Morgana, the gold glow started to escape her body and went into Nicci. There was a loud bang, and Nicci was thrown on the floor across the room. The Mord-Sith ran to the room and saw Nicci on the floor and Morgana, sweating and breathing heavy.
"Oh…" started Nicci after picking herself up. "yes. Oh, Morgana, your Han, your magic is…orgasmic! Morgana? Morgana!" Nicci ran to Morgana and asked her what was wrong. Morgana, sat up and screamed.
"The baby is coming!"
-12 Hours Later-
Morgana was in intense pain. She only felt this pain once, and that was several decades ago., when she gave birth to Mordred. She believed she would never feel this pain again, but here she is. Rosalina told her to keep pushing and she was. Zachariah was to her left, holding her hand to comfort her. Raina was on her right, doing the same. Denna and Rikka were told to stay outside and wait. Nicci was helping Rosalina.
"Morgana, push one more time!" said Rosalina, a towel ready.
"AHHH!" screamed Morgana, and pushing with all her might. There was then a loud crying sound, and Rosalina held the baby up.
"It's a boy!" cried out Rosalina.
"A boy!" screamed Morgana, exhausted. Rosalina gave the baby boy to Morgana, and she cooed and cuddled the newborn. "My baby. My son." She kissed his head and took off her necklace, the necklace that held the crimson jewel forged from Dracula's blood. She put it around the boy's neck.
"Morgana, what are you going to name him?" asked Nicci, after being given the baby.
"His name is…" started Morgana as she was falling into the eternal slumber, "Alucard."
As Morgana closed her eyes, she stopped breathing. Everyone screamed for her to wake up, but she didn't. Everyone, except the Mord-sith cried. However, Rikka and Riana were deeply saddened. There was only one sound in the cabin. The cries of a newborn without his mother.
Well, like I said earlier, I hoped you liked the story so far. If you can, please tell me what you think about the story based on what you read. I plan on spending a good deal of time in writing this story to make it the best I possibly can.