Thea101: Wales sounded great. I wish that I could get out of Northern Ireland for a while. Okay, about your fic, send me an email (medusadescouedres@hotmail.com) and let me know what you've planned for your fic. If you haven't got anything planned, I'll be happy to help you with it, and give you some ideas. If you want, you don't have to if you don't want to. Anyways, thanks for reviewing, an interesting chapter coming up.
Anywho. On with the story. Sorry I haven't updated for a while, but my mum was in hospital for the past couple of days. Well here is the next part, hope you like it. P.S Anyone know where Thade182 went? I haven't heard from here in a while.
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"Mum?" I hear in my ear, I also feel someone shake me. "Mum!" the voice gets louder, but I choose to ignore it.
"Uhn, lemme lone." I mumble in my sleep.
"Mum! Mummy? Mother?" the voice continues. Still ignoring the voice, until I hear…
"Nila Urbena Nefertity Snow! Get your lazy ass outta bed right now!" the voice almost yells, nearly making me deaf.
"What is it?" I mutter, a yawn escaping practically breaking my jaw. "Ow."
"Are you awake?" the mysterious voice answers.
"No." I open my eyes and see a pair of dark midnight blue, verging on black, eyes a few inches from my face.
"Good God!" I say. "Move back a little, are you trying to make me cross-eyed?"
"Sorry." The eyes move back and I can see a face.
"Deven? What are you doing here?" I ask him. "And what time is it?"
"It's five thirty in the morning, and I'm here because I need to tell you something." He replies, plopping himself down on the beck and wraps his arms around me.
"What about?" I ask, another yawn escaping.
"About my last life." He replies.
"Oh. Why couldn't you have waited until a reasonable time?" I ask, eyes closing.
"I would have forgotten by then." He replies.
"Hmm." I answer. "Go on."
"Where should I start?" Deven asks, pulling at a loose piece of thread from my pyjama top.
"The beginning is the best place to start." I say. "Try along the lines of there."
"Okay." He replies, clearing his throat before continuing. "In the beginning God created the Heavens and the Earth. The Earth was empty and had no form. Darkness covered the ocean, and God's spirit was moving over the water…"
"Deven!" I nudge him in the ribs. "I didn't mean that far back."
"Oh, but you said 'the beginning is the best place to start' so I was just starting there." He explains in his own defence.
"I didn't mean recite the first two chapters of Genesis from the Bible." I say, getting irritated.
"But you never said that." He continues.
"Just tell me the damn story!" I say.
"Touché." He replies. "Fine. I was first born about thirty to forty thousand years ago. I had good loving parents and had a few annoying siblings. I had five sisters, all younger than me, and one older brother. My name back then was Kaili.
"When I was in my twenties I met the most beautiful woman on the face of this pathetic planet. Her name was Hecate; she had long dark brown hair that went black when wet, and beautiful deep brown eyes. She was only about two years younger than me; after we got married we tried for a child, but nothing.
"My mother told me of a spell that would get Hecate pregnant, I did the spell and slept with Hecate. A few weeks later she told me that she was with child, pregnant, and I was overjoyed. But about two weeks before she was to give birth, I had to go and fight the King of Dragons. His name was Hashteher; he was the most evil of the Dragons to have ever walked this planet.
"Dragons are only supposed to have between one and three horns and in rare occasions, four. I know that the Dragon Azhdeha had five horns, but Hashteher had horns all around his head, he had about twenty horns altogether. How that happened is beyond me. I went out to fight Hashteher with twenty men, but none of us returned. Hashteher burned me, and then stuck his giant claws into me. I died from loss of blood. I became a spirit staying with Hecate, when she found out what had happened, she and all of the females in the tribe went out and put all of the dragons to sleep. The only one that was left awake was Malia; she was the Dragon Princess, Hashteher's youngest daughter.
"The witches brought up Malia. And when she grew up, she became the ancestress of the Drache family. After Hecate gave birth to our two daughters Maya and Hellewise, she died. Hecate died in child birth." Deven finishes, taking a deep breath and sighing.
"So…why did you come back to destroy the world?" I ask, after he doesn't continue.
"Honestly?" he asks.
"Yes." I reply.
"I'm not the Dark Prince." Deven says to me.
"You're not?" I ask bewildered.
"No." Deven sighs again.
"Then who is?" I ask.
"Hannah and Thierry's son." He replies.
"They have a daughter. Not a son." I protest.
"I know. Hannah is pregnant again, but she doesn't know it." Deven looks at me, and I can tell instantly that he's telling the truth. "He will destroy the human world once he's born."
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A/N: I know, I know. I'm changing the story line of this but I just thought of it. So, Deven's not the Dark Prince after all, it's Hannah and Thierry's son. Ooh, I'm just nasty. Me making you think that Deven is the one to destroy the world. Mawahahahahahahaha. Please review and let me know what you think.