Three Sides To War

Chapter 1. Beginning

   There was a time.... when I was young... where the only fears I had... were what was lurking under my bed. But since then... I've come to a time... where everything is more complex. I have a story of how it all happened. It doesn't start good. Does Not end good either. But I like remembering what happened. To remind myself of how I got here. To remind myself that there is still hope. That all the demons in the world couldn't kill my spirit. And hopefully..... maybe..... you'll come to find that in some ways we are similar...... and you might even be one of us.
  
    It was the name my sister would become Luna. My parents were dead for two months and everyone already forgot about them. I was the elder sibling, but she had found her mate, so instead she would rule. I had a mate, but he left to fight in the war two months after we got together. One month after my parents passed, he was mauled in battle. Some say it was the demons they were fighting, others say it was his own troop that took his life. All I know is that it was murder.
  I stood next to my new Luna in front of the entire pack. They placed my mother's crown on her head as I grit my teeth. That's supposed to be my crown. I'm supposed to be the one standing in front of everyone, mate by my side. But it wasn't. And it wouldn't be. While everyone was feasting, my sister Annabelle approached me as if I was a threat. I was, but my own sister to think that of me?
  "I'm sorry about Travis. But remember what I said? For all we know, if he hadn't died, the Demon could have won then and there." She patted my hand lightly. There has been a war between the Night Folk, werewolves and vampires, against demons. No one knows why. Just one day it broke out. Rumor has it that the Demons are after a single mortal. I think it's just because they want to prove themselves. They want power.
  "I loved him. Anna we both know that a fellow soldier killed him. Thought he wasn't worthy to fight." I drew my hand back quickly and continued my blank stare in front of me. Travis was my mate. And he and I are a bit different. He was not a fighter, he refused the eat the proper diet or even transform. He even  found a way to cut of communications with his wolf spirit. Not long after, he seemed more vulnerable. Everyone knows it's because he lost his wolf. He became mortal.
  "You'll get over it Sasha. The entire pack is counting on you." With that she stood gracefully, her dark velvet dress swaying behind her. Me? Just like everything else, it would be my job. I'm no longer the Luna. You are. My name isn't even Sasha! She got tired of my real name so her and the pack came up with Sasha. Said it was pretty and elegant. I shook my head. What a bi-
   "Is this seat taken?" I look up. A boy, er, man around my age. His hair was silky and shiny, but disorganized and messy, taking a shades of brown tinted a copper. His eyes were a bright green, full of a mischievous light that made me hesitate. Instead of saying anything I shook my head.
He sat lightly into the chair, the dopey grin never leaving his face. I stared forward, though I could feel him looking at me, expecting me to speak. My sister in the corner thought he was looking at me because I was "smoking" so she winked at me and turned away before I could glare.
   Growing up I was told I was many things-gorgeous, beautiful, and pretty. Anna was keen on calling me less sophisticated things such as "hot", "smokin", and the occasional "smexy". It took me a while to understand the last one. I had black hair that was set on changing colors based on the light, it goes down to my hips and is usually hanging, tied back, but today was tied into a proper bun. My eyes were a blue that made contrast to my medium warm skin and dark hair. My mom, loved them. As a child she told me that through them, she could see the stars.
   "Don't talk much, eh? It's fine, I'll make it quick. I see you aren't too satisfied with this life. What if I told you I could get you into the war?" I noticed he was facing forward pretending not to talk. I stifled a gasp and looked at him wide-eyed, breaking character. I recognized him as a recruiter.
    “Which side?” All he did was grin.