 |
|
|
|
 |
Become a fan
[PG] Parental Guidance Suggested
ZIARA, Legend of the Thirteenth Knight
Author: Michaela Serena Eitzen
NB: The chapters of my book contain romance, violence, and several explicit scenes (language).
Chapter One, Becoming.
Hi, my name is Ziara. I am the the thirteenth child of the Lord of Night and All That Is Dark. My story starts when I'm shipped off to the Academy of the Metaphysical. It's a school for people who are magical. Plain humans go there, too. But mostly its the vamps, witchs, shifters, weres, lycans, knights, demigods, psychics, fae, elves, and of course, the Children of the Light and Darke. It's 2009 we've all been living together in harmony for about twenty years, and life is thriving (if on fear... Ha ha.) So, here I am just outside of the gates of the Academy with my best friend, Velda. Everyones whispering and pointing at me, of course. I mean whats not to like. Take Arwin mix her with the girl on L.J.Smith's Nightworld 01 and give her Alice Cullen's hair in blacks (though I have silver tips...) and give the girl you get dark purple lips and thunder cloud silver\purple eyes with a just a tinge of blue. And don't forget elfin ears, slitted pupils, fangs, pale pale skin (with an odd glitter to it), and my wicked batlike wings. I'm dressed in an off shoulder top (black), three quarter jeans (black), wedges (black), my swords (with special black hilt, they're samurai swords really.) and my backpack (you get guessed it, BLACK! And, no, I'm not emo or goth). And before I forget, I'm wearing my dear beloved tiara... Platinum with onyx jewels on. I can literally hear the Veronica's "Popular" playing in the background. I'm several hundred years old, oh hell, I still luuuurve the stir I always cause. Suddenly, I'm interrupted from my incredibly vain thoughts.
"Ziara, Ziara, ZIARAAA!!! Wakey wakey..." Velda screams at me, exasperated.
"Huh? What???" I ask, I mean seriously that MY time, so I could only think thoughts about me!
"Look, there next to the boy who looks like he should be One of those Buff Warrior Guys, like your bro' Damien..." I looked at the Buff Warrior Guy in question.
I gasped as my spirit fled free. I was being tied to him with celestial silver cables, never was my heart to free ever again. It was only meant for him.
"I know... That is one lean mean fighting machine with the per-"
I cut her off. "I mean buff boy. He's my soulmate, as in the idea the Greeks had on souls, where they were torn in half and you had to find your other half!" I gabbled as I looked at him. Free Spirit... Colours shifted, the ground shook- WAIT A HOT SECOND! Free Spirit? Those were killed long ago, how can I be one? Then suddenly, pain like nothing I've known before, claws ripping from their sheaths in my knuckles, shifting, cat ears growing, a brilliant metallic green streak in my hair, a Destiny Mark appearing on my right palm, Dream Master tattoos appearing on my wrists. I screamed as pain ripped through me. Another wave of pain then nothing. I stood up, shakily, but feeling so much more stronger. Velda stared at me, I lifeted my sleeves and smiled. It was a harsh smile filled with promise, promise to make the person who created my destiny, pay. And pay well. Buff Warrior Guy stared at me then gasped, a similar sound to mine, and slumped, colours floodin around him, so many that I hadnt even seen them all on the colour spectum. Then screams filled the air, frightened screams. Velda turned and gasped. I turned. I smiled, true to the word of the Fates, those who are of Free Spirit are destined to fight. A Mirror Beast. Not defeat these buggers. People were backing away, but I drew my sword like the crazy nut I am.
"Who disturbs my Turning? Dare you Challenge me?" I shouted to the tall figure of glittering reflective shapes. I didn't expect a reply, but I got one in anyways.
"I, I am Calion, of those who have never been defeated! So, yes I challenge you, Dark Knight, Dream Master, Lady of Night!"
I pondered for a bit.
"Never been defeated? Hmm... Well I guess its time to change that!" I said with a wide smile, flashing my cute kitty fang. I charged. I fought like a mad woman sending Dark Blasts in all directions, as well as all sots of other elemental blasts like poison, acid and fire. I swiped him with my swords, and well lets just say they werent up to optimum working order. So I used my pretty diamond claws instead, swiping, scraping, using everything I'd ever learnt. Several times I was stabbed with mirror shards, but I ripped them
Author: Michaela Serena Eitzen
NB: The chapters of my book contain romance, violence, and several explicit scenes (language).
Chapter One, Becoming.
Hi, my name is Ziara. I am the the thirteenth child of the Lord of Night and All That Is Dark. My story starts when I'm shipped off to the Academy of the Metaphysical. It's a school for people who are magical. Plain humans go there, too. But mostly its the vamps, witchs, shifters, weres, lycans, knights, demigods, psychics, fae, elves, and of course, the Children of the Light and Darke. It's 2009 we've all been living together in harmony for about twenty years, and life is thriving (if on fear... Ha ha.) So, here I am just outside of the gates of the Academy with my best friend, Velda. Everyones whispering and pointing at me, of course. I mean whats not to like. Take Arwin mix her with the girl on L.J.Smith's Nightworld 01 and give her Alice Cullen's hair in blacks (though I have silver tips...) and give the girl you get dark purple lips and thunder cloud silver\purple eyes with a just a tinge of blue. And don't forget elfin ears, slitted pupils, fangs, pale pale skin (with an odd glitter to it), and my wicked batlike wings. I'm dressed in an off shoulder top (black), three quarter jeans (black), wedges (black), my swords (with special black hilt, they're samurai swords really.) and my backpack (you get guessed it, BLACK! And, no, I'm not emo or goth). And before I forget, I'm wearing my dear beloved tiara... Platinum with onyx jewels on. I can literally hear the Veronica's "Popular" playing in the background. I'm several hundred years old, oh hell, I still luuuurve the stir I always cause. Suddenly, I'm interrupted from my incredibly vain thoughts.
"Ziara, Ziara, ZIARAAA!!! Wakey wakey..." Velda screams at me, exasperated.
"Huh? What???" I ask, I mean seriously that MY time, so I could only think thoughts about me!
"Look, there next to the boy who looks like he should be One of those Buff Warrior Guys, like your bro' Damien..." I looked at the Buff Warrior Guy in question.
I gasped as my spirit fled free. I was being tied to him with celestial silver cables, never was my heart to free ever again. It was only meant for him.
"I know... That is one lean mean fighting machine with the per-"
I cut her off. "I mean buff boy. He's my soulmate, as in the idea the Greeks had on souls, where they were torn in half and you had to find your other half!" I gabbled as I looked at him. Free Spirit... Colours shifted, the ground shook- WAIT A HOT SECOND! Free Spirit? Those were killed long ago, how can I be one? Then suddenly, pain like nothing I've known before, claws ripping from their sheaths in my knuckles, shifting, cat ears growing, a brilliant metallic green streak in my hair, a Destiny Mark appearing on my right palm, Dream Master tattoos appearing on my wrists. I screamed as pain ripped through me. Another wave of pain then nothing. I stood up, shakily, but feeling so much more stronger. Velda stared at me, I lifeted my sleeves and smiled. It was a harsh smile filled with promise, promise to make the person who created my destiny, pay. And pay well. Buff Warrior Guy stared at me then gasped, a similar sound to mine, and slumped, colours floodin around him, so many that I hadnt even seen them all on the colour spectum. Then screams filled the air, frightened screams. Velda turned and gasped. I turned. I smiled, true to the word of the Fates, those who are of Free Spirit are destined to fight. A Mirror Beast. Not defeat these buggers. People were backing away, but I drew my sword like the crazy nut I am.
"Who disturbs my Turning? Dare you Challenge me?" I shouted to the tall figure of glittering reflective shapes. I didn't expect a reply, but I got one in anyways.
"I, I am Calion, of those who have never been defeated! So, yes I challenge you, Dark Knight, Dream Master, Lady of Night!"
I pondered for a bit.
"Never been defeated? Hmm... Well I guess its time to change that!" I said with a wide smile, flashing my cute kitty fang. I charged. I fought like a mad woman sending Dark Blasts in all directions, as well as all sots of other elemental blasts like poison, acid and fire. I swiped him with my swords, and well lets just say they werent up to optimum working order. So I used my pretty diamond claws instead, swiping, scraping, using everything I'd ever learnt. Several times I was stabbed with mirror shards, but I ripped them
[PG] Parental Guidance Suggested
Comments & Reviews ^top |
|
© WP Technology Inc. 2010
User-posted content is subject to its own terms.
User-posted content is subject to its own terms.
