Crystal shadows

by 1Forever6

What would you do were you born in a household of dark secrets? If you had no sane person to talk to? You'd seek for comfort in someone, most often, a handsome youth to whom you can pour your heart out. But sometimes reality contradicts what we read of supernatural entities mating with normal humans, accepting each other in the blink of an eye...

CRYSTAL SHADOWS

CHAPTER 1

It could have just have been as peaceful as death, it could have been as quick as falling asleep. But the night Elsa lost it all, was a cold as the most Northern peak of Everest.
By simple physical adjectives she could be described as an average girl, with surreal beauty which only she chose rather to not see…well actually, she couldn't. After her father's…passing away, the young girl lost it all, confidence, strength, courage and will power. It was like her soul's warmest fire had been extinguished by the age of seven, the age the tragedy struck. To top it all, her dearest mother had formed a thick outer shell to cover up her chagrin. She was no more the elegant lady of the house, forcing up her family's status. Unfortunately, just as the house lay in dust, her own youthful bosom now lay in rust.

The house itself was not very modern yet not very ancient either. Back in the eighteenth century, it had stood as an elegant manor...no a mansion, carrying the other houses in the surrounding in it's grandiose shadow. The highest residents of the Capulet family tree had made it their utmost duty to maintain the family's wealth in the social world as the most purest of blood…ah yes, the Capulet family wasn't any ordinary one, it was founded upon magic, deep in the family tree's roots. Next to the Blacks and McMillians, they were one of the most ancient magical families of pure blood status. There wasn't a month that the Capulet household wouldn't host a majestic ball, inviting the magical and non-magical alike. But now times had changed, drastically. The family was living through cursed times. From the nineteenth to the twenty-first century, every male descendant of Theodorus Capulet died tragically, not by natural means nor by magical means but through suicide. What triggered this unfortunate tendency, no one knew. What was certainly clear though is that it came through in a gory state, leaving behind devastated widows and off springs. And now, the year is 2013, a lovely March after the supposed end of the world. Of course as normally, in this global warming era the world had suffered a few tremors or torrential storms but none so devastating as to counter mother nature's strength. So the world had survived through the ice age and many other disasters and yet again, it had stood strong against foretold prophecies of the ultimate end. Those who feared now stand as fools for they were brave enough to shout out how fiendish fires would purge the Earth's surface and destroy all that the Lord preciously created but, those who prayed and positively believe there'd be no big boom to blast off all life were now confident and proud of their abilities to remain calm through it all; hence, pessimists now walk in the shadows and optimists smile in the sunshine.