Chapter three: The Akashan

"Sometimes by losing a battle you find a new way to win the war."

-Donald Trump

Ice blue eyes glared at the mirror in front of her. A snap of a pencil echoed throughout the huge room.

"Are you certain of this?"

"Yes my liege. He retreated before we got there. He has once again gained the upper hand," reported the man in the mirror.

"Damnation! Regroup. I want every Akashan to be on the lookout and report to me when there is news!" She hissed.

The mirror went black and showed her reflection. She sighed as she looked at herself. She was a beautiful woman with long curly purple hair. In the moonlight it looked like a dark blue making her ice blue, cat eyes glow. Her pale white skin was a stark contrast making her red lips brighter.

"Mommy, would you play with me?"

The woman turned to look at the child. Hotaru, such a young vampire. After her father died, she gave birth to her alone. She looked just like her except for the her lovely shade of purple eyes. Her hair was straight not curly and had a purple tint to it.

She glared at her child. She was in her war room. A place not for a child to be.

"Hotaru, go find Trista to play with you. I am busy," she lightly snapped.

Hotaru looked down and nodded, "Yes momma."

Hotaru walked away clearly upset. She only went two doors down and knocked on the deep forest green door. The door opened revealing a young woman in her mid teens. She had dark forest green hair. Magenta eyes. Her skin was tan, not pale like most vampires. Her eyes showed wisdom beyond her years.

Trista smiled at the child. But it wasn't one of happiness. It was sadness. Sadness that her queen, Nehelenia, wouldn't play with her own child.

"Would you play with me?" Hotaru looked on the brink of tears.

"Of course Hotaru. Come inside," Trista opened the door wider for Hotaru to come inside.

Hotaru went inside and turned around to look at her friend. But the way she looked at Trista she knew she was watching something. Something no child should see.

"What do you see Hotaru?"

"The suffering of the moment of destruction. The guide to death, will lead the world of silence and nothingness!"

Hotaru shook her head and clutched it in pain.

"Its alright Hotaru. Here. Lets sleep."

Hotaru had a natural gift like many of the Akashan race. They have been blessed by the moon goddess Selene and the underworld goddess Hecate, the ability to teleport across short or long distances. They could walk in the sun but with a shade of sorts to hide them from direct sunlight.

They don't burn and die from the sun but they do get severe burns and feel very exhausted in direct sunlight which makes them delirious and dangerous in the mortal world. They have faster regenerating abilities than the Mau's in their human form, but not faster than that of a Lycan in their wolf form.

As Trista tucked in a tired Hotaru in her bed, a soft knock was heard. She didn't need to say enter for which the person decided to do that on their own.

"How is she?"

Magenta eyes looked at forest green eyes full of concern for their vampire princess.

"She is tired. She had another vision."

Trista turned to look at Hotaru again. Sadness was all she felt and sorry for the young princess.

"Poor child. She has a lot to live up to…"

Trista nodded and looked at the woman.

"Why are you here Prisma? I would have thought you would be spending moments with your Bloodmate."

Bloodmates. The Akashan have something akin to a Maumate or Imprinting and its called The Blood Oath. The Blood Oath occurs when after two bloodmates are in a sexual meeting of the flesh. They bite each other on the neck and suck blood from each other. They have to find the will to stop or risk bleeding their mate dry which leads to death. A Blood Oath is a battle of wills and a mental link establishes as both have to be of one mind.

"He is rather busy and I… felt, her disturbance," Prisma grimaced.

"I see. So you can also feel her emotions?" Trista turned to look at Hotaru's peaceful sleep.

"It's hard not to. She is our princess."

Prisma walked towards the bed and sat down at the edge rubbing the young princess' back. She was so young and already she had a hold of half their coven wrapped around her little pale finger. All she had to do was snap her fingers and they would give their blood to her to survive. Her father would have been proud.

The two women looked at each other. A silent agreement to watch over her, despite their disagreements in many things, one thing they could agree on. At the rate Hotaru was having these visions, it won't be soon before she too becomes a target of war.

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