Discovery
Prologue
A/N: This is a prequel to another story of mine, Moonlight Chronicles, on the HP section.
"Hey Lez, how did you find out you were a spellsinger?" a friend of mine asked at my "house", a hidden Rose Red type apartment. Only the demon is my cat Midnight, who likes to wake me up at midnight.
By clawing me.
I hate that cat.
"It was twelve years ago, and it was not very simple," I responded.
"Tell us," urged my friend Allie.
"Alrighty then, but this is strange," I cautioned.
"What's in it?" Asked the only male in the group suspiciously.
"Let's see. soda, stupidity, evil dudes, me losing my temper (here half the group shuddered, they had seen me lose it once or twice),magic, and an evil Seer, not all of them were as crazy as that old bat."
"It was winter, and I had just gotten an odd book from the library."
3rd person POV
The little girl searched around the dark orphanage room, then pulled out a slim silver flashlight and a phonebook of a hardback book entitled The Art of Spellsinging.
She had shoulder length red hair pulled into pigtails, and dancing dark eyes dappled with gold, the mark of the spellsinger. Her too-long white nightgown was a few shades lighter than her wintry skin, her family's legacy, as well as her off-beat personality.
She opened an aged and faded lavender silken bookmark, patiently holding place for a reader long gone. She looked at it in a daze, then sang softly, uncomprehendingly, the words that would take her to another universe, into something this young spellsinger had to fix. Into a problem that would terrify even adults.
Leslie Alycia Rees was about to put her powers, formerly dormant, into their first test
She was seven years old.
A/N: Good? Bad? Weird? Tell me. In a review, of course.
Midnight Moonbeam
Prologue
A/N: This is a prequel to another story of mine, Moonlight Chronicles, on the HP section.
"Hey Lez, how did you find out you were a spellsinger?" a friend of mine asked at my "house", a hidden Rose Red type apartment. Only the demon is my cat Midnight, who likes to wake me up at midnight.
By clawing me.
I hate that cat.
"It was twelve years ago, and it was not very simple," I responded.
"Tell us," urged my friend Allie.
"Alrighty then, but this is strange," I cautioned.
"What's in it?" Asked the only male in the group suspiciously.
"Let's see. soda, stupidity, evil dudes, me losing my temper (here half the group shuddered, they had seen me lose it once or twice),magic, and an evil Seer, not all of them were as crazy as that old bat."
"It was winter, and I had just gotten an odd book from the library."
3rd person POV
The little girl searched around the dark orphanage room, then pulled out a slim silver flashlight and a phonebook of a hardback book entitled The Art of Spellsinging.
She had shoulder length red hair pulled into pigtails, and dancing dark eyes dappled with gold, the mark of the spellsinger. Her too-long white nightgown was a few shades lighter than her wintry skin, her family's legacy, as well as her off-beat personality.
She opened an aged and faded lavender silken bookmark, patiently holding place for a reader long gone. She looked at it in a daze, then sang softly, uncomprehendingly, the words that would take her to another universe, into something this young spellsinger had to fix. Into a problem that would terrify even adults.
Leslie Alycia Rees was about to put her powers, formerly dormant, into their first test
She was seven years old.
A/N: Good? Bad? Weird? Tell me. In a review, of course.
Midnight Moonbeam