(Edit: Made some small corrections and changes)

Chapter One

-Odd Encounter-

No matter what you've been created to do or that you may stand out to others around you, you must remember Valkyrie; You're special. The potential you contain is more than I could have hoped for... I wish you make me proud... Daughter of darkness.

These where the last words I heard before I was release from the grip of the Void.

They were repeated every night- of everyday, since living on this god forsaken planet.

So of course, being me- I always came back with witty comments.

"To be honest, I'd prefer if we agreed on you calling me Ember"

I couldn't help but grin a little, reminding myself how weird I must have sounded to anyone else, but that quote... I had to listen to it every time I woke up for two good solid years, since living on Earth and now, honestly? It was just beginning to get old.

I didn't understand it anyway, two years?! I would have expected them to replace me by now, instead of repeating that quote over and over, I mean, that's what I'd expect.

Stumbling out of the bed, my feet endured the cold floor beneath me. The atmosphere was dim, besides peering around through squinted eyes made me realize it was probably still early. Too early for me, but the job had to be done, I'd already been rewarded.

The apartment I seemed to exist in was small and not very well-kept if I'm honest, but it was home. Better than nothing, eh?

I had to be grateful that the last soul had left a house to me; otherwise situations would be a lot more complicated; for me that is.
Not only was I semiconscious, but the black locks that matted over my head seemed to have found there new homes over my eyes, but did I care? Did I care about anything here?

Of course not.

I hated being human.

I mean, the stress, the effort. Just- EVERYTHING was pointless! Although... I knew deep down that I'd be livid if I hadn't got the assignment to find the bloody book, I couldn't deny that.

Yawning, I ran my hands through my hair, catching a view of my right eye in the mirror ahead of me, glistening like diamonds in sunlight.

I groaned in annoyance, wondering how on Earth I was going to hide it.

Though, I wasn't in the mood 'for fitting' in today, so after forcing myself into a black Goth-like dress and over sized coat, I left, dragging my feet out of the apartment and on to the empty street of Heatherfield, making sure parts of my hair were over the eye. I stride along the street, not really giving a damn.

I'd done too much of that lately.

After having to fit in for two years and soon realizing that you're never going to be accepted in sociality, I resulted to taking the label of being a grumpy, dark-obsessed outsider that NO ONE wanted to talk to. Not the best reputation, but it kept people away, and that's how I liked it, I didn't have a need for socialising.
Being physically 19 had its advantages though, in the fact I wasn't forced into school, but instead- allowed to live the life of being 'free willed', which was ironic, since there was always someone pulling the strings. Being the void, endlessly bossing me around…
So what was my occupation? Well basically: Stalking bookshops.

The book that I was pretty much chasing would most likely be there and… not really because it was a book- but the fact it had to be in somewhere it blended in, so it wouldn't hurt to check around.

Heatherfield apparently was the most likely place it would be- Probably because the Guardians where chosen here… Ugh.
I had no personal problem with them, it was just the obvious difference and stereotypes that made me detest them.
I'd covered most book stores in Heatherfield alone and never really had any luck, I'd been thinking of just giving up and searching somewhere else- But as always- I had to follow orders and keep my head down in this place, looking for the book, blindly.
There was always a strange little store however. It was more likely a library- I don't know, I never had the thought to go inside, since it only popped up around two weeks ago… but the vibe it gave off- it was almost- Wanting me to stay away and far away from it.
'Ye Olde Book shop'… What century was the owner in? It looked as old as it sounded- the paint was tattered and the windows murky, which was- strange. Since I swore the place was new… Speaking of which-

I realized I'd been staring down the 'Open' sign for a couple of minutes now. Shaking my head I pretty much kicked open the door-head down- allowing more strands of hair to fall in front of my face.
Peering out, it seemed to look like a normally old-fashioned library, nicely organised as well, with 3 main columns that extended to the back of the shop- nothing bizarre.
A couple of people crossed paths, gazing at the smaller columns at the opposite end of the wall to where I was, they both looked to be in their early teens- But one thing caught my attention:

Where was the shop keeper?

Basically a sign of 'keep a lookout'.

Sighing, I made my way to the middle column section. There where at least 7 shelves stacked with books reaching over to the far end of the building itself.

The irritation from my eye's natural reaction to some of the books caused it itch like hell; some of these books where from other worlds as well, but they were no use to me.

The sooner this was over, the better.

I noticed the lights where a lot dimmer here, probably due to my presence.

"Well go on then... Do your worst" I sighed again, flipping aside the hair covering my eye, with no care for the world and that's when I felt it.

That little spark. Racing throughout my body, sending orders to all my senses to locate the power partials which SHOULD be illuminating off the book of light.

It would have been pretty awesome- if I wasn't tracking paper.

But something else was here- something different. I hadn't felt this type of power before, but I knew that it couldn't be the book, it just- couldn't be. The feeling was too... Dark.

Clenching the back of my hair in the utter stress of all the mysterious energy, I spied one of the books that seemed to be giving off some of this weird power. Cocking my head slightly I squinted to read the letters written down the spine and stepped forward slightly for a better look.
The sudden chill of a finger prodding my shoulder caused my body to jolt with a small yelp escaping from my lips, swirling around, I clenched my nails onto the edges of the shelves, seeming to smash my back up against the shelves itself and before I knew it, everything went black.

Well yay, second chapter is up! :3
I was debating whether or not I should have split the chapter up, but I'll have the 3rd chapter up asap! ^^
Oh and also, I decided to keep the story in first person view~

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