wicked the war between the chosen part one

James kissed me deeply and the bile rose to the back of my throat. The after taste was disgusting. James smirked at me. He knew how i felt toward him. He had resulted in my near death and his mate had been the one who sent me to this half life. When he looked down upon me his eyes contained lust. Dispite his stare I knew what had to be done. He was always one step ahead of me. he tsk tsked and playfully wagged his finger. He was ready to expose both of us if i did anything he thought was along the lines of escape. I had to think of something that was not so planned and was hasty. So I grabbed and thought of me and Edward's meadow.

seven years ago

Waking up in a morge was the scarriest of all things. Then Tristan said I could become one of his kind. It also came with a but and I felt about but's what I felt about surprisises. It was then that I had become slowly what I became today a shell of my former self or a shadow so to speak. He was gone. He took his whole family away from me. My mind couldn't wrap around it. He broke his promise and now I would break mine I would push myself to do one day what he did for me. I learned of the legend but i didn't care. i couldn't believe half of the havens bought the crap.

A human would fall in love a vampire. Thus leading to the opening of the gates. then she would be the final of three to be converted into the ultimate wariors. They wouldn't lose there humanity or their souls but than they will wish they had. They will have to saccrifice many things. They would have to die to be converted. They will start an evolution but when this day marks the world it will never be the same. It will all come down to the decision of the third and most powerful of them all.

6 months later

I sit there out of breath. Tendrils of ice and fire running within my veins. This power was unlike anything I had ever felt. I thought of him the one who broke my heart and i looked into my past. It hurt but at this piont I was past it and past caring. Then my skin felt all clammy and slic waves of nausea wracked through out my entire being. Tristan silently observed while hovering over me.

The skin on back felt lik it was being ripped to shreds. My bones shifted. Then they burst forth. My silver wings. It was like i had been out of my body and I was thrown back into it so suddenly. The initial shock had worn me out. Tristan walked over to me. I couldn't stand any longer so I teleported to my sanctuary. The meadow.

Present

My mind screamed take him to the saccred battle grounds but I had other plans. The tattoo on my arm seared at his touch. why hadn't I noticed this before was beyond me. I called out to the faces that flashed before me and they responded with a resounding yes. The meadow was the perfect battle ground i almost felt pity for the memories it held would now be drenched in blood. Saccrifices had to be made.

As soon as we touched ground I threw him against a tree. i thought of all the pain he had caused because he thought he was above it all. My wings ripped out of my shoulders at a blinding speed. The battle had begun. I would battle time and fate.