BACK STORY:

This book has gone through many many many re-wittings. The character Mel has been shaped by role playing and putting her in different storys through out a lot of my wittings. Yes I will admit, Mel is much like myself, minus the cool powers and the like. I of course do not have the ability to change peoples destiny's either... Mel's character was made at a time in my life where I was very shut out from the world and was dealing with tons of feeling and emotions. Then I never had the guts to do anything about these feelings or to be myself and so Mel gave me a way to do and say what I wish I could do given any situation. So the original destiny shifter was very jumbled and made little since. Sort of like my feelings at the time. However I have finally been able to gather the strength and the mind power to look back through destiny shifter(back the it was lifeshifter) and really assess was I was truly trying to express. The version here will be the jumbled mess pieced together in to my very first book I ever wrote. It may suck, it may rock, I am not sure, but none the less I have decided to share it with you all. So welcome to my world of lesbianism, confusion, magic, power, creation, healing, love, immortality, self discovery, revenge, anger and hate! Now is your last chance to go back before it devours you!

DESTINY SHIFTER

Chapter 0 - Deception & Hate

Yes looking back hate would be the word. They saw me, they saw me and knew what I was. What I was capable of, what I yearned for. They saw my hunger, my power, my destiny and they were jealous, all of them. So they cast me out. Them fools. They needed me and they new it, but their pride went past that and penetrated the vast blackness, the blackness that was in every witches soul. The part where they think they are better than you just because, Just because you are not like them, because you are different some how. For this reason and this reason alone I clung to him. Because of this I obey what ever it was he told me. He was different in that he saw me and did not see me as a monster but as an equal, someone that made him stronger.

On that night the clouds rolled in and the thunder was so loud I could not hear myself think and the lightning so bright I could not look up in to his eyes when it flashed. The rain came down in sheets as we made our way through the back allies of the city. Most in his position would think of this as dirty work and their pride would be a barrier to their success. Not him, not the man in his dark blue cloak running along side me. No, if you wanted it done right you had to do it yourself. A few fast dashes across the streets and we had made it to our destination. A cute little two story house, white picket fence. They really had it made, those witches, but only at our expense. Even in the dark stormy night it looked peaceful. From the dark shadows we watched as they put their young daughter in her bed, and tucked her in at night. We watched how the priest embraced his loving priestess, and as she lay happily next to him in the bed, whispering of future dreams, hopes and their joint destiny. But tonight I would be the shatterer of their dreams, hopes and destiny. They lye there thinking their death will be peaceful and calm, dieing in their sleep, at an old age. What most in their situation think. Not knowing that bad things can happen to them. Sure maybe other people but certainly not them. Soon however they will know that that is an imposable hope, that they are sadly mistaken, for their deaths will be neither peaceful nor calm and will befall them sooner than expected.

As we descended upon our mark, lights flew on as if by magic, and maybe it was. The screams, shouts and curses filled the air like a chorus. I danced in the Melodie of it all. reveled in it. It was what I was waiting for my whole life, to take this family out, to take their power in to me. And not only that, but to take the one thing they hoped would survive and not destroy it, but corrupt it. When we got to her room, she was just as peaceful as a child of her age should be, all curled up under her blankets. I turned up my black hood and told my partner to do the same. I walked in to the room, as he pulled her parents in behind us. They were bond with magical rope so they could not use there powers on me. They had made a mistake in underestimating me and for that they would pay dearly for.
"Please, please! Don't hurt her! She has nothing to do with this!" they pleaded. How touching. I approached them.
"Do not worry, her destiny is to die, quick and painless..." fear shot through them, and something cracked in side of them. Maybe that was what it looked like when your heart breaks, I could see it in their eyes. The thought of their daughter dieing was horrible, but seeing it was another thing entirely.
"Why are you so, scared? I am the destiny shifter, and I am here to do just that. She will not die tonight." Puzzlement filled with worry played across their faces. "Besides, what kind of victory would this be if I did not conquer her before her death? After all she is going to be the most powerful of all will she not?" As the realization hit them fear went through them like a sharp blade and I was shocked that the blade was not thick enough to make them fall over dead then and there. They had also realized there mistake, and that was excommunicating me from their ranks. I extended my arms and let the anger rage through my arms, let the power flow and the fire came! It consumed them in a beautiful blaze of gold and red. Their screams like a song, a melody... or should I say Melonie...

Melonie...

Melonie.

Melonie!

MELONIE! YOUR GOING TO BE LATE! GET UP!