This is an idea that's been in my brain for a while. Which do you like better, a Goddess' Acolyte or this one?

I think I like this one better to be honest...


Magic was real, Michael knew that well enough. It was impossible to deny in the world of Vampyres and Fledglings and Priestesses and Warriors, where the power of the circle was felt every full moon. No, denial was not something he would allow, he was stronger than that. Magic was real and that was that.

Magic would also be the key to his survival!

Like all those that lived in their world, he knew of the simple truths that came with being marked. Death was a part of their lives, one in ten of them perished and he feared he would be among them. How could he not, a small boy without the goddesses favor like that girl Zoey or Aphrodite or even a warrior's blessing like Dragon or so many others. No, he knew that Death was likely, death was possible, death was a reality he had to face.

But he would not face it, not without arming himself to the teeth to fight back, and so that is what he did. For three months, from the moment he entered the Tulsa House of Night, he studied from Dusk to Dawn, shying from friends and allies and connections, doing all he could to render himself free from the possibility of Death. Magical tomes covered the library shelves, and he studied them all. He had always been a quick study, and so he read and read and read until his eyes ached, his mind trembled with the influx of knowledge...

Proof of his knowledge was present not just in his mind, but in his spirit. He could feel it now, power, in people like Neferet and Zoey and in places like the Oak on the East side of the school. He started to become feel the power of the circle with crystal clarity, the surges of strength that came with the calling of the elements and beseeching of Nyx. He felt the whisper of strength in the herbs they used in Spells and Rituals. It was as if his intuition, imbued with knowledge, and grown to encompass the world at large, hear it's hidden secrets.

All of it would come together... that very day in fact... for he had a plan.

Michael, Fledgling that he was, would not die by the Change... if he was to perish, by anyone's hands it would be his own. Not by the Fates, or a Goddess that played favorites. He felt it too, a weakness in his body, a scratch in his throat. He was close to death, and that would never be allowed.

And so, armed with knowledge and magical ingredients, he drew night to himself and hurried from his dorm room, sneaking his way to the oak, to the place of power that would forever change him...

Or cost him his life.

Shaking with the weight of knowledge, he made his way in secret. Eventually, he reached it, feeling the hum of power in the earth. It was time.

Quickly, he pulled out his candles and placed them in each direction, creating a circle of salt and herbs on the ground. Then he pulled out an athame and prepared himself mentally for the spell to come. The pain that was ensured if the ritual, which he created from a compiling of others, were to succeed or fail.

Taking in one deep, cleansing breathe, he got started.

First he burned Sweet grass. " This is used to draw in energy, good and bad, but I do not care. I only want power, great power and I am not picky for it's source."Once the air was full, he placed the herbs on the ground and lit a match and approached the first candle, that of air.

"Winds of strength, I call to thee!

Blow strong and fast, bring power to me!"

He spoke clearly, and quietly but with great command. To his great shock, he felt a slight breeze, but could have been his imagination. He moved to the next candle, and uttered his next prayer.

"Presence of heat, element of fire

Grant me the strength to cast my desire!"

This time he knew the element had responded, for his skin tingled with heat, soft and barely present, but still there. He moved to water's candle.

Power of the Water, the Boundless Sea

Bring your endless pure majesty!

The scent of the sea filled his nose, soft and barely there, but he was sure it had worked. Trembling, he moved on to earth.

"A mother's embrace, the source of all

Let your eternal strength answer my call!"

This time he felt the trembling of the earth through his feet, like the Sighs of Gaia. With great excitement, he hurried on to the center.

"Eternal power, endless parade of Dark and Light

Spirit's nurturing strength, aid me in this fight!"

His very soul trembled and he knew for sure the elements had listened. The air around him trembled with their waiting power, his command and the sweetgrass had drawn them to him as has the power of the sacred spot he was standing on. He was honored but that mattered little, he had his own desires and he would let nothing stop him.

Grabbing his athame firmly, he cut a path across his palm, embracing the pain as he scattered the blood into the air. Then, with his greatest command, he cast the spell that would change everything.

'Elemental forces that answered my call,

Strengthen my vessel, do not let me fall!

I will not be led into death, never lost

I will pay anything, no matter the cost

Free me now, take what you will

But this request you will fulfill!

By blood, you are bound, so let it be

Fulfill my request, answer to me!"

The world, to his pleasure and shock, rippled with the force of his words. Wind, Water, Fire, Earth and Spirit exploded around him, and he watched as the blood around him shimmered and evaporate into the air, consumed by the elements. Power erupted, boiling the air and causing the line of salt and herbs to dance with flames.

That was when blood spew from his lips and agony burned in his chest.

"NO!" He commanded, feeling the strain of the spell taking hold. "I will not die... not yet... screw Fate and the Goddess. I make my own path... I will survive!" His words, though weakened by blood and agony and fear, held strong and rippled through the air as he collapsed onto his face. There was a burning through his body, on his Mark as slowly he fell into what he presumed was death.

Only to awaken as light filled his vision, annoying, piercing light.

Slowly, barely, strength returned to him and he managed to push himself up, blearily looking about through fog and confusion.

"I am alive?" He asked, unsure and pained. His hands automatically turned downwards, to his hand... where he saw a thin scar, where he had just offered his blood to the powers of the world. It was then that he realized that he no longer felt ill, tired and worn, but not sick.

He was free from the risk of death, of that he was sure.

"How?" Returning to his bag, he pulled out a small compact mirror and looked at his face, only to gape in horror. "My Mark... it's gone!" He whispered, confused as hell. " How did I do this? There has never been Vampyre that lost their Mark... but here I am, how? What am I?"

Curious and confused, he quickly began to gather his stuff before hurrying away, drawing on Night as the books told him to do, and made his way to his dorm. He slipped inside and to his room, he had no roommate so no one questioned him as he hurried into the shower, casting aside his clothes and so on. He froze as he passed the mirror, and saw there was more to see.

His body, always small and frail, looked weaker and colder. He had a white streak in his hair, like someone scared in a movie. He looked tired too, unhealthy and frail... and yet his eyes were different. They seemed charged, filled with strength and power. Hauntingly so in fact.

Standing as tall as he could, he smiled at himself.

"I am more than I was... " His intuition spoke to him and he uttered the truth. "I am no longer a fledgling, but I am no longer human. What I did, I did for myself, and I chose myself to powerfully, denying any connection to Nyx and her so-called blessings that I became something new. I cannot let anyone know though, not yet, not until I am ready to live as myself, not until I am powerful enough to be myself." He moved his hand to where his crescent outline, the mark of Nyx, once lay. "A simple glamour can handle this. If I could manage a spell to alter my fate, then a simple glamour spell should be easy..."

And then, with that in mind, he showered, content with himself and the new path he had carved for himself.


Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

If Aphrodite's humanity could make two new species, if choosing humanity could help make Rephaim no longer a Ravenmocker... If Nefert could become a Goddess... then my oc can do this with study and effort. Someone free of blessings or destiny...

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.