Author's Note: Once again, I do not own anything involving the Night World Series by LJ Smith. I am just borrowing the general idea for this story. Characters and original text has been borrowed to create a dramatic story. I beg of you, don't sue!
Chapter 12
*Narrator View*
After hours of walking in the darkness of the cold Nevada desert, being joined by many lost souls along the way, the group known as Circle Daybreak finally stopped, the feeling in their hearts telling them they had arrived.
In the distance, a mob of darkness approached them. The group was surrounded with an aura of ungodly blackness, of pure evil. The man leading the pack was the obviously alive Hunter Redfern.
Daybreak took their stance. The original members standing on the front line: James Rasmussen, Poppy North, Ash Redfern, Mary-Lynette Carter, Thea Harman, Eric Ross, Gillian Lennox, David Blackburn, Rashel Jordan, John Quinn, Thierry Descouedres, Hannah Snow, Morgead Blackthorn, Raksha Keller, Galen Drache, and Maggie Neely
Mixed throughout the rest of the group, soulmates stood together. Vampires, shapeshifters, witches, Old Souls, humans, spread around, everyone holding the hand of another person, whether they knew each other or not. They all had one purpose in mind . . . saving the world.
Somewhere in the middle of the crowd stood the three known Wild Powers in a protected circle. Three eighteen year olds, "born in the year of the blind Maiden's vision." Delos Redfern: One from the land of kings long forgotten; Iliana Harman: One from the hearth which still holds the spark; and Jez Redfern: One from the Day World where two eyes are watching.
Unknown to either group, the last Wild Power was standing in the middle of the desert, waiting to be discovered. One from the twilight to be one with the dark.
In every soul on the hardened terrain of Nevada, an inner clock struck midnight, the year two-thousand.
The Millennium Battle begins.