An interesting prologue that starts out simple and moves into something amazing and complex.
This was largely inspired by Neferet and Grandma Redbird.
One Year before Marked
"Deven Grace Night has chosen thee, Thy Death will be thy birth. Night calls to thee, hearken to her sweet voice. Your Destiny awaits you at the House of Night!"
Hate-filled Gabe as he heard those words, frustrated that he had not been chosen. Shaking, he turned away and marched to his study hall. He was taking all AP classes so he had frequent study halls. Shaking, he sat in the back and grabbed a book from his bag. It was one of six books he had on magic, witchcraft and arcane studies. He was determined to get something out of it. He knew magic existed, science could not fully explain vamps, so there had to be a way for humans to tap into magic.
He had been studying magic for years, but only recently since he entered Foster care had he the chance to study on a more serious level. With more practical books, older books... he would become a witch and get something good out of his life, the freedom and power he was lacking elsewhere. Like Vampyres and their endless power, he would rise and people would respect and fear him!
Turning to the book, he moved his fingers across the page, tracing to his last read spot. Sighing, he started to translate the Latin words, he had a working understanding of the language after so long studying magic. He frowned as he read a spell, it was one word, and yet it evaded him. " What the hell does Frange mean... damn... damn... Damn!" He bit his lip, struggling to control the hate, the rage, the pain that boiled in his chest. Tears prickled at his eyes as blood dripped from his lip onto his hand. " Damn... Frange... means break..."
That should have been the end of it, he would have continued to read in pain, but something amazing happened. The blood on his hand burst into red mist before rippling outwards. He felt the pull of energy, turning to face it he watched as one of the windows to his left cracked in time with a sharp drain of strength in his body. The world wobbled and turned grey for a moment before settling back to his normal reality.
Gaping, he looked back at his hand. " Blood... blood... sacrifice is key most rituals I've read about, pain, blood and loss.. that... that is the key. All a long..." A smile burned across his face and he knew that finally, something good had fallen into his life... and just maybe, just maybe, he would find the path to power he so craved.
Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.
This was a joy.
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.