A/N: The only Characters I own are Chrichelle, Christian, and Charlotte. I'm just borrowing everyone else.

I don't know where I came up with the crown part. It kinda just spilled out. LOL!

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I don't know how long I wandered. Long enough to see many great things being built in this world, long enough to see great civilizations rise and fall. Time passed slowly for me. Bringing darkness into my heart and mind. Warping me, confusing me, and scaring me. I no longer laughed or cared who it was that I fed on. I had become a monster. Driven forward in life by grief, betrayal, and anger. About 400 years ago, I traveled by boat to the Americas, hoping that by traveling so far that at the very least my grief would subside. Only, it was my anger and betrayed feelings that left me instead. When I looked over at the land, I knew that I wanted to roam this new world, and see what it would hold for me. I left the boat and colony to go in search of one of the many packs of Lycans that were said to have found their way here. I decided I would hide my heritage from them, even if that meant being the underdog, so to speak.

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After seemingly endless days of traveling, I came across signs of my kind nearby. It was a wonderful feeling to know that I could soon start all over. That I could wipe away my past for good. That I could hopefully come to forget about my lost love.

As I neared the village, I heard footsteps following me on the side of the path. They were meant to be silent, but being as old as I am, my senses were much stronger than theirs. So I pretended not to hear, and kept walking.

"Who are you?" A voice asked from behind me. I turned around quickly as if utterly surprised, and saw a tall man with long black hair standing before me.

"My name is," I hesitated, and knew that he saw it, "... Virginia. I've come here from Europe in hopes of finding a new pack."

"Well then, I welcome you, Miss Virginia," he said as he walked closer to me, "I am Christian, head of my pack. You must be tired from your journey. We are a long way from any ports. Come, you need to rest."

He began walking, and I followed, trying to be as humble as I could be. I felt many eyes watching me as I followed Christian through the village, and suddenly felt insecure.

What if they found out who I was? What would they do to me? Surely my father and Lucian were looking for me. Lucian at the very least. If the pack found out who I was, would they betray me too?

"You seem far away, Miss Virginia," I jumped at hearing Christians voice, he didn't seem to miss a thing, and chuckled at my reaction. "I wonder, what caused you to leave your old pack?"

"Oh... uhm, family despute," I quickly mumbled, "My father and I saw things too differently for me to stay."

"Father? Don't you mean maker?" Christian asked me, studying my face.

"Yes, maker. But up until recently he was closer to a father to me." I added slow enough to make it sound like less of a cover-up and more like truth.

"Well, here is where you will be sleeping. I'm afraid it's not much, but it will do. Rest now, I desire to speak with you when you wake though. Go to the lodge, you will either find me there, or they will tell you where to find me." And with that, he left.

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My rest was anything but. Most of the night I was tossing and turning, dreaming of Aro. In my dreams, he was alive, living in some palace. Spending all his time wondering why I left. Where I was. These dreams were both a comfort, and a torment. Naught 4 hours after I went to bed, I decided to call it quits, and speak with Christian. I obviously would not get a good nights sleep. And it had nearly been dawn when I arrived. He would be awake I'm sure.

The lodge was easy enough to spot. It was the largest building in the village, and drunkards kept walking in and out. When I walked in, all eyes turned to me, bringing back my feelings of unease.

"Miss Virginia!" Christians voice happily boomed, "I did not expect you so soon. Come, let us go somewhere quieter."

He motioned me towards a room in the very back. It was rather small. But decorated rather comfortably. There were two chairs near the fire where we sat. For a moment he just stared at me, at my forehead, saying nothing.

"I was beginning to wonder when you would show, your majesty," he spoke in a quiet voice. The surprise on my face could not be more obvious.

"You.. You know who I am?" the words could only stumble out of my mouth, "How?"

"Yes, we know. All of us. Our seer has foretold of your coming. And we know it is you because of your mark," he paused for a moment, made a confused face in return of mine, then continued, "When your father took the throne, a certain force I suppose you would say, placed a mark, a crown, upon his head. It shines only for us Lycans, and you wear this crown also. We saw it shining through the trees as you drew near."

"But I have never seen this mark, this crown. Not on myself, or on my half brother Lucian."

"Of course you would have never seen it. Never before has a member of the royal family gone missing, and never before has one been searched for. Judging by your face, you wonder why we know so much about your crown than you do. Our seer learned a great many things in her vision." he paused, and studied my face for a moment, "Never fear your majesty. If you wish to remain hidden, we will hide you."

"Thank you Christian. I fear that there is nothing left for me back there. I never plan to return." I could not stop the sadness that went out with my words, and I'm sure Christian picked up on it.

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And so I stayed there, with the pack, who were known as the Scuro Luna people. Many years passed, and I now find myself in modern times. I have long since become the leader of the pack, with Christian at my side. It has never been anything more than friendship between him and I though. Even now, long after his death, I still love Aro, and Christian already had a mate. A darling little thing by the name of Charlotte, who never wanted to be alpha female. She was more than happy to step down into the beta role.

Along with my role as leader, I took role of protector as well. Being so far from the king, small squabbles often lead to wars between packs. Yet both sides are careful to keep these out of the eyes of humans. I often join our soldiers on the front lines, hoping for death to come. But it never does. Even with the darkness that has wrapped itself my heart, my crown still glows bright, and each and every Lycan I fight avoids killing me, for fear of retribution from the king. Even if it means they will die in the battle.


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I know that was an odd place to stop at, but if I hadn't stoped there, it would be twice the length it should be. And also, what comes next deserves its own chapter too. Hopefully I will finish chapter three tonight. (I'm in a serious writing mood, and am delving too deeply into my mind to stop now!)