AN: I had not read Dark Demon before this chapter, but now that I had, I'm going to revise a few things on the story, and even reconsider my opinion about my favorite Feehan book. It used to be Dark Fire, but Dark Demon is far better, more exciting and Natalya is the best female lead of all the books. And overall this is the best Mrs. Feehan has ever written since Dark Prince, since I believe the first book is always more challenging. I'm waiting for Dark Curse, hoping that is at least as good as Dark Demon. Please enjoy… and for Christ's sake review me! Even if it's just to say you hated it! I need reviews to feed my muse, she's gnawing at me! I'm falling apart here, I need reviews!
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Chapter 12
"The falcon and the heron"
January 2nd 2008
Shea and Jacques' cabin
"I'm ready. You can put me to sleep now." Tristan said to Gregori in the direst tone, his eyes were a dark crimson, he could not cry more if he wanted to.
They were all standing over Amanda; even though she had endured beyond 24 hours after she was injected with the poison—which had been the predicted timeframe determined by Gary, Gregori and Franchesca—she was too close to death to be saved now. Her blood had continued turning into goo; and not even Gregori and Gary were able to find an antidote. It was something that could not be reversed; if she survived it would be through the use of heavy magic.
"It's not fair. She was only outside the safety area for minutes! She's always so careful, and caring. We can't lose them like that!" Shea protested as she wiped red tears from her eyes. Jacques was right beside her, soothing her pain.
"This is something we did not imagine, not even in our darkest nightmares." Jacques said out loud as he thank god it hadn't been Shea.
"We can still use magic," Natalya said. "Tristan, bring me the book, you know were she hid it. There must be a spell we can use."
Vikirnoff protested. You can't touch that foul book. I forbid it. You are with child, think of the baby, think of what happened when you touched the ceremonial knife! I will not have it, Natalya!
"There might be something to save her in there!" Natalya said out loud, directing her raw pain and anguish to her mate.
"But just to come in contact with the book could hurt you, we don't know if Razvan is dead. We don't even know if Xavier is still looking for that foul book." Vikirnoff protested yet again. "There has to be another choice."
"We've tried everything. The only thing left is a healing spell. And we are short on mages at the moment. Vikirnoff, please let her try the spell." Shea pleaded. All the mates were edgy; the tragedy had put them on the worst kind of sorrow and awareness, only the females were still clinging to hope.
"Skylar is Amanda's half sister, maybe she can try something." Vik said as he fought every person on that room; he would not put Natalya in dire risk, not even to save Amanda.
"Cease this endless bickering! Nothing else can be done, if Amanda could've been healed through magic, she would have asked for the grimoire herself. At this point, she's only suffering, there's nothing we can do but let her go." Tristan said with a flat emotionless voice, the sound of the best was coming out and taking over; his skin was so grey he looked like he was dead as well. He was right there, about to turn for the worst. One of the undead, like the ones he had hunted so many times.
"Maybe she can be awakened with the grimoire, and she can perform the healing spell from the inside, herself, she has that much power, I've seen it, she healed Maria. We need to awake her." Shea offered. She had to try that last resource. "I know she has that much power."
"I will not let her get back inside that living hell. It's beyond bearable!" Tristan responded with rage, he had to put the beast down with sheer determination. "And I promised her that I would bring the grimoire to severe our bond… that I would live after her…" He let it hang there, he would not severe the bond. He would die with her.
"You found a spell to separate lifemates!" Natalya screamed as she understood his meaning. "It does exist. I knew it."
That is not what you think darling, it's a last minute resource, and I will not let you get your hands on it. Vik warned his mate.
Tristan continued, paying no heed to Natalya or Shea. "I need you to promise me you'll look after Maria. When she's 21, not 18, but 21 years old, you will let her come of her own freewill to Damian Dragonseeker, not before; may I have your word on it… Dark One?" Tristan asked out loud, but directly to Gregori Daratrazanoff. He was standing grimly over Amanda's body; his failure to heal her broke his heart.
"You have my word, brother." Gregori responded solemnly. He would do nothing less for any other Carpathian child. And that woman had saved his own child; nothing short of loyalty could be felt.
"I can't say goodbye to her, so I left her a letter, give it to her in a few days, don't let her know what happened here, I don't want her blaming herself for this." Tristan said regarding Maria. He handed the letter to Gregori, and the dark one saved it inside his coat.
"She'll think you died angry with her, you must say goodbye!" Shea pleaded, she couldn't bear the idea of such tragedy mounting on them.
"I'm not angry with Mary; I only wish I had been more careful, I wish I could have prevented this tragedy." Tristan said as black tears welled and fell down his face as he stared at Amanda; she was trapped inside his mind, hanging there, the poison had turned her into a living wound, everywhere of her body blood seemed to gather at the surface, clotting, dying and destroying even the tiniest vessels. The faint heartbeat had turned intermittent. It was skipping beats fare more often than it should.
"When I let go of her, she'll be gone. So you must ground me, because I do not want to feel her die. Come with me, its a few hours before down. That should give you time enough to get things ready." Tristan spoke calmly but deep inside the scream never ended; the guilt and the pain mix into one heady wound.
It's my fault; Amy. I should've protected you. I'm a lousy mate. I don't deserve to live, I don't deserve you.
Be quiet. It was that pilgrim society! You did nothing wrong. Amanda said from her soul.
Lie to yourself, if that makes you happy. I know better.
Even now, you must be obnoxious. Find me the grimoire! Amanda ordered with compulsion imbedded.
I said no, Amanda. There's no way you are going to cut me loose. You die and I'll die with you.
Don't you love Maria? She needs you. I can't bear leaving her all alone. You just found her. She's 4 years old for Christ sakes; you have to stay with her.
I will not, Amanda. That's my final word, stop arguing with me. Tristan said adamantly as deep crimson tears ran down his cheeks. Amanda understood his finality and cried out in pain. If only she hadn't played that stupid game, she was to blame for everything. She let go of her hold on Tristan and something like a thick fog settled until she couldn't feel anything around her, not even the touch of her mate.
"Something is happening. She's flat lined for over 5 minutes now." Shea said as she noticed how the insistent beeping had turned into a cry of alarm on the machine, the single blue line remained unperturbed signaling death.
"Now, I must go to ground now or… you'll have to hunt me down." Tristan said as he stood up, kissed Amy on the crook of her head and left the room.
It was the most heart-wrenching thing Shea had ever seen, and she had seen many dark moments on her life as a doctor, and as a Carpathian healer.
"Alright, come then, brother. There's healed soil that will hold you well until dawn." Gregori said as he opened a whole the size of Tristan's body. And then he said the words to bind him to that earth, even if he turned a vampire he would not come out of that grave.
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"I just wonder why she didn't foresee this. She had so many visions before. Why not her own dead? We could've used a vision today." Franchesca said hopelessly as she stared at Amanda's lifeless body.
While some of them remained, wanting to cling to the faintest hope, Natalya went to get the grimoire. She was dead-set on trying the last resource before truly giving up her hopes. Her nieces were the best of Razvan, she owned them that much.
"There are several spells. But there's nothing that can bring her back from death." Natalya said as she skimmed the pages.
Suddenly Amanda opened her eyes and laid a hand on the foul book. "Bennu," She said, one clipped word that she spat with blood and through heart-wrenching agony.
It was a short spell, something Natalya had overlook. It said: to conjure the ancient power of Bennu, you need the stone of Benben, immortal blood and fire. But then it said nothing else. How could Natalya have known what that was?
Natalya and everybody else were so startled that they gasped in unison. "What of Bennu, Amy? What's his power?" Speak to me through any possible way. Natalya said. As she opened her mind to merge with her niece, they shared mage and Carpathian blood, and their friendship was strong.
When Tristan released her soul Amanda returned to her body, but the pain was so great, she had shut it down completely, almost like dying. He will make me rebirth. Let me die. And wake me right after. Find the stone of Benben, it's on Egypt. Amy said to Natalya telepathically with great effort.
How can we do this? It's too risky. There's no written spell. Natalya said as she gazed upon the few lines and the picture of a Heron. I don't know what I'd be doing to you.
Can it any worse, Auntie? Just pour my blood on the stone of Benben, set it on fire and say the spell.
Natalya read the enchantment over her mind, it sounded harmless enough.
I am the soul of Ra, I make myself rebirth from the ashes, I am of fire and sun, like the Greeks named me, I am a phoenix and through fire I come again.
"She has an idea. I said is very risky, but It's worth a try. She wants to be resurrected." All sights went onto Natalya with disbelief. "Hey! Stop looking at me like that, we have risen from many deaths before with supernatural powers; why not try a phoenix spell?"
"Its hokus pokus, but at this point I'm willing to try anything." Gregori said with his usually dark humor. "What do you need?"
"The stone of Benben, supposedly is a pillar on an old church on Heliopolis, Egypt." Natalya said.
"I know of that, it's where the Bennu was reborn, the Egyptians are awfully superstitious people." Gregori said remembering a time he spent at Cairo, centuries ago. He was hunted there for his odd customs, and many a vampire had tried his wit back then too, he detested the hot, humid weather there.
"That's what Amanda wishes." Franchesca said as she took the book and read the spell as well. "We can do this, it's worth a try."
Gabriel had been silent through the whole ordeal, but he knew where that was, and he supported his mate, they had to try even the wildest possibility before surrendering one of their own to the darkness. "It's not that kind of stone. It's an obelisk. It can't be brought here, it is she who has to go there, and we must all perform the spell on the ruins of the great temple of Amun, it's where the Bennu supposedly resurrects."
"What are we waiting for? Time is flying by." Natalya said as she took the book and covered it with a white fabric. It seemed that Amanda had done something to the book, because when Natalya touched it, she felt nothing. Maybe she had erased the objects memory, cloaked it from evil, she didn't know how, but she was very happy that the book no longer held the tread of its masters.
"I guess we are going to Egypt." Gabriel mentioned as he stood next to Amanda, he, Jacques and Gregori would place her on a gurney so they could take her out of there safely.
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That was how Natalya, Vikirnoff, Gregori, Savannah, Franchesca, Gabriel, Mikhail and Raven went to Egypt. Considering the dangers involved, they hired a private jet and flew there, only the pilot and copilot knew what they were transporting, and they would soon forget it.
As they arrived at the ruins of the great temple of Amun, and gathered everything for the spell, a storm began to collect; balls of thunder ran to and fro in the sky. The sight was ghostly.
"I feel very eerie-Indiana here." Natalya said jokingly, as all 8 Carpathians stood around the obelisk, it was shaped like a pyramid, so the tip was a pointy stone, some said a huge diamond was hidden inside of it. "This place feels very much like the twilight zone."
Amanda floated over the tip of the stone like a ghost, ethereal and frozen; she had crossed-over to other world hours ago, but her body had not turn into ashes, it was as if she remained in a prolonged state of altered reality, not completely dead, not truly alive.
"I am the soul of Ra, I make myself rebirth from the ashes, I am of fire and sun, like the Greeks named me, I am a phoenix and through fire I come again." Gregori's powerful voice said, and he let it carry through the night, echoing in the ruins of the temple like a rumble. "Say it with me, maybe together it's stronger."
And they repeated the chant in unison.
I am the soul of Ra, I make myself rebirth from the ashes, I am of fire and sun, like the Greeks named me, I am a phoenix and through fire I come again.
Suddenly, Amanda opened her arms, like she had realized she was floating above the tip of an obelisk and needed to grasp for some sort of lever, a thunder grew on the sky and then the lightening fell directly over Amanda's heart, impaling her chest against the sharp tip of the stone.
They all breathed a collective gasp as her blood poured onto the stone and the lightning stroked her again, seizing her heart through, this time a blue spark ignited and started a large fire than enveloped her in seconds, blue fire.
She stretched bow tight, and the blue fire turned into purple spark and then into blazing, deep red, and as suddenly as lightening had struck she burned from the inside, a sudden wailing started on her throat as she felt her body dying and then been reborn again.
The heat of the transformation was palpable and thus the Carpathians took one step aside, prepared for such a spell to backfire on them, prepared for an explosion.
It went like that from long minutes, just burning, but not truly destroying until the fire extinguished and Amanda was propelled upwards, dislodged from the stone, hit by lightening yet again …and then she fell, plunging to the ground by sudden gravity, like a bird kicked out of the nest.
They were there to catch her, and surprisingly, she was healed, her heart was beating reassuringly strong and she stared at the lot of them in fright and astonishment. "I'm alive again?" She asked in a deep raspy voice.
"Do you feel any different?" The prince asked as he noticed she was healed, all the pustules and swells had disappeared, burnt by the cleansing fire of Bennu, the resurrecting fire of a phoenix.
"Hungry, I'm so starved that I can hardly bear the sound of your hearts, rushing, pumping, and ebbing. I need my… where's Tristan? Why isn't he here with you?" Amanda asked filled with dread.
"You were dead, he begged us to bind him to earth, you told us to look for the Bennu spell before dying and we did. We never thought it would work." Natalya said as she caressed her niece's temple.
"Where's Maria? Is she alright?" Amy asked remembering the society was after her.
"She's well; Skylar and Dimitri are looking after her." Natalya said.
"I told you about a spell? I don't remember anything after the moment I fell on the ground. What happened?" Amy asked dumfounded. "Where are we?"
"We'll tell you all about it later, right now you must feed, and we must go back to the airport, the jet is waiting for us." Vikirnoff said as he extended his hand so Amanda could sink her fangs on his wrist.
She did as she was supposed to, and then Gregori and Gabriel offered their blood as well. But then she felt as if she was stared at for some bad reason. "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You need to see yourself in a mirror when you get home. I'm afraid this spell has changed you body and soul." The prince told her as he touched a lock of bright crimson hair, streaked with indigo blue, royal purple and raven feather black. "I'm afraid we've conjured a phoenix."
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"Fuck. Who the hell is that?" Amanda said as she noticed her hair looked and emo experiment gone bad. She could hardly believe her image on the mirror.
Her eyes were black, truly soulless black rimed with and indigo ring that went around her iris like a curious light effect, her face had also morphed, her features were sharper, nose was thinner and larger, almost aquiline, shin and cheek had been carved closer to the bone, rendering her bolder. As if she resembled a bird, the eyes were enormous in contrast with everything else on her face. And her nails were naturally black, resembling talons at the sharp tips.
All in all; she looked like she had endured cosmetic surgery to make her features sharper, almost chiseled in a birdlike manner, but deep down she was still Amanda.
"I never thought one of us could turn in that kind of fashion. It's this permanent, you think?" Franchesca asked as she also noticed the strange change.
"How would I know? I don't even know what the heck is a Bennu in the first place. Let alone asking for that spell to be performed on me." Amanda said as she touched her new features.
"It doesn't matter, you are alive, resurrected from the dead, and that's all that matters." Natalya said as she fingered a lock of the curios hair. She had multicolored hair as well, but red, purple and blue were very eye-catching. "Besides you look kinda cool, like a rocker chic."
"I suppose I'm still inside, my memories, my feelings, they are all the same, it's just the exterior that's changed." Amanda said hopefully. She had never been one to experiment with her appearance before.
"Try and change, I want to see how a phoenix Carpathian looks like." Natalya suggested.
"I guess, I need to try, but you must take a mind picture, I need to see it myself."
Amanda concentrated on the feathers first, and then she drew inside, seeing like a maelstrom whirled inside her easily.
In seconds she began floating, like a current of air was driving her up, her hair flowing above her and around her, her feet turned into claws and before she knew it, her arms turned into magnificent wings, deep burgundy feathers grew, covered her flesh and stretched around her naked wings in a curious array with indigo, black and purple making a display of colors on her fuselage.
The head came last, it turned into a small thing very slowly, covered in blazing ruby feathers, with tiny slanted black eyes, until she was exactly like a heron, but a red blue and purple feathered heron, it wasn't as odd as Natalya had imagined, there was no engulfing fire, or peculiar size, just a bird, but it was beautiful all the same.
"Sing…" The prince asked as he watched the bird flapping its wing to test them. "It is said the singing it's the most beautiful."
Amy cried out, and instead of a song, it sounded like a high-pitched wail.
I'm tone-deft my prince, I'm afraid this birdie must keep her mouth shut… Or break glasses with it.
"I understand, I suppose it's just a spell, it can be undone. Or at least you can try and accept it, try and live with it." Franchesca said as she heard the obnoxious cry, that was no gentle choir; that was an ear-damaging wail.
"I'm sure I'll have to live with it. It doesn't seem as if I can go back to the way I was before any time soon." Amanda said as she shifted back to her human body. "Tristan is going to be so mad!" she said mischievously.
"I'm sure he will also be very happy." Natalya said as she rubbed her stomach, the baby had begun kicking when he heard the painful wail.
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Amanda stood over the consecrated soil where Tristan laid motionless, she stayed there just watching the ground, and she wasn't sure of what to say to him, she had changed, maybe he would reject her, maybe he would feel as though that wasn't his Amy anymore.
"Awake him," Amanda whispered to Gregori, he was the only one who could undo his own binding.
"Don't you think you ought to sleep a while first, gather your strengths? You had a terrible ordeal." Gregori mentioned as he felt Tristan's beast taunting him, the soul of the man had retreated, Amanda would have to find him and draw him out; much like Savannah had done to him the first time she and Gregori made love.
"I'm sure I can handle him." Amy said with bravado. "Besides, I'm itching to get to him. You know this separation gets unbearable."
"He's not the man you know right now. You will have to seek him out, separate him from his beast." Gregori said as he motioned her to another gap on the soil. "You should rest; tomorrow I will come again and let him out, maybe even control him if the beast tries to hurt you."
"You would love that, wouldn't you? Why is it that you hate each other so much?" Amanda said noticing Gregori craved to cross blows with Tristan ever since the first time they saw each other at the prince's house.
"It's a very old story." Gregori said nonchalantly.
"So it's like on the bible then?" Amanda asked derisively as pride and love surged in her. "I don't care if it happened on the first century; I just want to know why you have such animosity towards my mate."
"We were both very young, in honesty; I can't even remember it too well." Gregori lied.
"You are carrying a grudge over something you don't even remember. That's very childish." Amy chastised him. "You want me to beg or what, out with the story already. I know you remember. Why would you carry hate over nothing? It's pride that fault us all in the end, isn't it? Or should I say wounded pride?"
"Alright, you are definitely psychic. It's frightening; I'm staring to develop an animosity towards your powers." Gregori mentioned, she had read his feelings without even touching him. That had to be reserved for lifemates, she couldn't and shouldn't read so much from a stranger.
"You are not a stranger. You are brother in Carpathian blood, and a dear friend." Amanda said as she read his thoughts as well.
"Some how, I think the transformation has heightened your powers." Gregori mentioned in awe. Savannah was the only one who could read his thoughts, he had very strong safeguards.
"I'm not inside your mind, but it's you who are in mine. You gave me blood on the plane, you, Gabriel and Vik. I'm linked with you. And my mind is open, you are trying to read it as we speak, and since you do, I get a glimpse about what you feel. It's a catch 22, you come into a room, and the room comes to you." Amanda said. Gregori immediately halted. It was ingrained on his dna, a distressed female had to be guarded, and he could only achieve that if he read her mind.
"I've never heard of such a thing, that can't be so." Gregori said angry and dumbfounded.
"Do stop looking so livid. If you don't enter mine, I won't enter yours. Tell me the story already, or awake Tristan. You are starting to exhaust my patience." Amy demanded.
"Alright, Ferdichenko and I met when we were children. I admired his father. Erick The Red was a fearsome warrior, the only redhead on that time besides his mate. He came from Viking blood; he was about Tristan's height and just as well built. And he had an axe about this size…" Gregori spawned about 5'5'' between his arms.
"That axe was a famous weapon; no enemy could survive the red one. One day, I came to Erick's house to deliver a message from my father, I was about 14 years old, young but proud enough to want to wield the axe. I saw it on the table, I gazed around, scanning to see if someone else was there, only Tristan was, he must have been about a year old, barely a toddler, he was crawling around the cabin, it happened a few days before the famous attack that killed so many of our kind, Tristan's mother was fixing something for the babe nearby, but not on the same room." Gregori said as he remembered, Tristan's mother, she had long red hair, as long as the back of her knees, curly and shiny, and overall exquisite. Gregori had not lost sight of color then.
Amanda watched him enthralled by the imagery.
"I took the axe, turned it several times on the air, testing its deathly power and then the sharp piece of stone seemed to weight too much for my arms, and I dropped it accidentally." Gregori could still hear the sharp cry of freight and anger Iseult emitted, she was Tristan's mother and he was her firstborn, she screamed when she felt the axe falling on top of Tristan's tiny red-haired head.
"Tristan was crawling around, and he had been right beside me, I didn't intend to harm him, it just slipped out of my hand, and fell on top of his head. It was just an accident."
"Tristan doesn't remember this." Amanda said matter of fact.
"But I do. Erick and Iseult were more than angry, the red one slapped me across the face so hard that I saw stars, my father immediately came and then he slapped me as well. I had foolishly endangered an innocent babe. If I had killed him, my father would have been forced into a very difficult position with the Ferdichenko."
"I thank God I did not kill him, but this began an age-long feud between our families. Daratrazanoff haunted Ferdichenko and vice versa, when one of us turned vampire they would hunt us and draw exquisite pleasure from it and so on. Tristan is the very last one of his blood line, and the only one that actually found a mate besides Erick, so keeping with tradition, he asked me to see to his death." Gregori admitted simply.
"If I have my way soon … he won't be the last one." Amy said with crossed fingers. "And you know Maria counts, one day she'll join Damian and they'll be many more redheads around."
"I'm sure you'll give him many healthy daughters." Gregori said with a wicked gleam, he desired Tristan many unruly and feisty girls.
"What's with you people and girls, everyone wishes for daughters. You don't look very satisfied with your twins."
"Boys will come." Gregori said matter of fact. Savannah laughed to his comment. She had been locked tight with him through the ordeal.
"Of course, my lord, now that we know, can you please awaken my husband?" Amanda demanded.
"Do so at your own risk." Gregori said as he released Tristan from his prison.
He came out spouting dirt all over the place, enraged beyond reason. Gregori tried to move in front of her, but she stood bravely grounded, waiting for the monster to attack her.
"Look at what we have here," Tristan said looking at Gregori. "It's my friend Gregori, we have a score to settle, you and I." Tristan said menacingly with a cold, empty voice.
"Tristan, do you not recognize me?" Amanda said as she touched his chest. His eyes were deeply red, and he looked down at her, and smiled a wicked grin, full of elongated fangs and a feral hunger that was unlike she had ever seen on him.
"It's a girl, and she has funny hair, yummy." Tristan said maliciously as he drew her to his side and sank his fangs on her slender neck. He sucked ravenously, almost down to the kill. But Amanda wasn't stupid, she pushed his shirt aside and sank her own fangs on his pectoral, deep enough to break through arteries and feel his ancient blood flow into her.
Come to me, Tristan. I'm not dead, and I need you, remember your lifemate.
Tristan heard her summon, and slowly regained a semblance of control, pushing her away from him; raw lust hit him, and a sudden yearning took place, engulfing him as he noticed his mate was truly alive and under his fangs.
"Leave." Tristan said to Gregori as he gazed down at his mate. "Amanda and I have much to talk about." Tristan whispered with his usual voice, albeit a dark, angry one.
The dark one left, knowing she wasn't in any danger. And Tristan immediately drew his arms around hid mate and hugged her for dear-life, nearly crushing her.
"You are alive." Tristan said with barely restrained emotions. "You found a way to come back. You must tell me everything."
"I will… but right now, what I really need you to do is kiss me." Amanda said as she circled his neck with his arms, and kissed him. "I love you." Amy whispered between fervent kisses. "I love you, with every cell in my body, and every piece of my soul. I couldn't die without saying it. I love you."
Tristan felt tears of joy falling down his face, and they were mirrored in hers. "I love you, Amy. Only you, forever. " He said simply as he kissed her again and again.
Suddenly clothes disappeared and Tristan walked with Amanda wrapped around his body to the soil, they sank together, and for hours they remained there, exploring new feelings, tasting what making love was all about.
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"I love you new mark, it's amazing." Tristan said as he traced the bird. It was now a dragon in full fly that spawned her hips with its colorful wings side to side, the talons were digging at the junction between her buttocks; the head was soaring up to the base of her spine staring up in menace, it was red, the wings held the same color as her phoenix.
"The mark is great but the hair is awful." Amanda said as she fingered a multicolored lock.
"Everything is beautiful and perfect about you, it will always be. Would you like to go out and test your wings?" Tristan suggested; she didn't even responded, in minutes they were out of the house a falcon and a heron flying side by side on the distant skies, soaring to the new, brilliant and unexpected future…
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The end of chapter 12…
This isn't the end of dark swan, and the next part of the story is going to be very very exciting, stay tuned, many adventures lay ahead of our friends, and I intend to see to all those Carpathian babies still on the womb born soon, don't miss the next chapter. AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW ME!!
The mean kitten.
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Born like this
By Three Days Grace
It's
not what I took from you
It's not what I stole
We are born
like this
Like this
The time has come to change this
To
stretch the thought a mile
We've lost that kind of spirit
We
want it back today
The time is right to change this
To make the
life we know
They took what we were given
We'll get it back
again
Somewhere someone's gun, someone's gun is
laughing
It's not what I gave to you
It's now what I
sold
We are born like this
(Like this)
It's not what I
took from you
It's not what I stole
We are born like
this
You try your best to mock me
You're always in my
way
You've lost what you've been given
You'll get it back
today
The time is right to change this
To make the life we
know
They took what we were given
We want it back
again
Somewhere someone's gun, someone's gun is
laughing
It's not what I gave to you
It's now what I
sold
We are born like this
It's not what I took from you
It's
not what I stole
We are born like this
Somewhere you're
floating high
You're not living
We are
Somewhere
someone's gun, someone's gun is laughing, laughing
It's not
what I gave to you
It's now what I sold
We are born like
this
(Like this)
It's not what I gave to you
It's not
what I stole
We are born like this
(Like this)
It's
not what I took from you
It's not what I stole
We are born
like this