Prologue
Moonlight. It twinkled and swirled in the crystal fountain water. The fountain goddess had a forlorn look on her face. A young girl with black as night hair, red rose lips, and ultraviolet eyes. Most mistook it for a deep blue, but when looking closer, it was dark entrancing purple.
At night, the girl drew power from the stone fountain. She drew a Hexagon on the brick floor in front. She chanted an ancient tongue song. A floating mist of purple would appear. And it would speak in an echoing, ghost-like voice.
Azma, Abadeem.
Azma, Abadel.
A symbol would form in the mist. The symbol of infinity entwined in a vine of berry blossoms. The girl would bow her head in farewell and rise from her kneeling stance. The mist would fade and the girl would leave with a metal token in her palm. A renewed token she would wear dangling from her left ear every day.
And nobody would suspect... that her earring was anything but an earring.
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Scorpion Dreams
ParanormalThere's something strange going on with Primrose Scarlette... She participates in rituals, secret trades, and has remarkable abilities. Moonlight gives her power, midnight is her favourite time. But who is she? Where is she from? When she moves...
