Love and Magic in the Air - Yang Jungwon

Prologue : Beholds The Past

Multiple footsteps sounded against the smooth floor of the bedroom in the house atop the treacherous cliff besides the raging sea, their echo bouncing against the bleak walls of the safe house near the coast of Romania. As the blonde-haired woman tried to keep awake and forcing herself not to scream, her hands travelling down on her womb - her eyes never leave the door where her friend is leaning against it and her wand is pointed at it along her husband's.

It rained that night, bringing with it the harshest wind that year and every single person in England couldn't get a wink of sleep from the fear of how the thunder raged abnormally even the weather forecast professionals couldn't explain it.

As the waves from the sea below of the house angrily lashes on the outerwall, it revebrates as the waters crashes against the windows. Filling her ears, yet not her thoughts. They raced, scattered and panicked - confused on why she was scared the most to be found.

The edges of her figure blurred within the background, the couple who were there with her widens their eyes as her natural golden light seems to break. She refused to close her eyes even if there's already a warm drop of liquid flowing dpwn her sweaty, but smooth face as if she let herself blanked out, everything will be distorted in this harsh reality.

Accompanying a gradual crescendo of a spell after spell in attempt to pulverize their only entrance, their only way to get her - the tears stung and finally, did she shut them the water broke inside. One of her hands reached for her mouth, muffling the heartwrenching sound of pain just as the dark clouds parted for the light to slip through.

It wasn't supposed to feel horrible like this. The unnerving sensation that she will bore her first child is slowly breaking her. She doesn't deserve this kind of life.

Perhaps it'd been the cirmcumstances. Prophecies. Betrayal. Lies. Secrets upon secrets. The sweet reminders of her long gone memories weren't enough to coat past and present intricacies, much less permanently lessen the toll it will take down for the childrens of the future.

As her tears began to dry against her eyelid, she scream her lungs out at the bed, her fingers grasping the edge of the bedsheet as sweat trickled down her forehead and her eyes drifted past the window, to the hypnotizing view outside. For a time, the dark sky open up to her before it all goes down for the worse.

When her first child was born, the people in the dark robes went to pause as they first heard the cry and there was no one who could move out of them at the sensational feel of the familiar, but more powerful kind of magic in the air. It touched them inside in the most unexplainable sort of emotions, like it was all easy to believe the speculations about this child and her mother.

And by the time they recover from their shock, they eventually managed to enter the room, only to see the woman who was sitting on the bed in a messy tangle of bloodied sheets, drops of sweat and tears rolling down the side of her face as she held the small bundle in her arms at the age of twenty.

"Seraphina", she mumbled with a throaty voice as her bestfriend collapsed to her bedside. "and Artemis because she's originally born at the first rise of the moon"

And so Seraphina Artemis Silverstone receives her name for the third time.

"She will never used her father's last name", she said looking out through the nearest window at the moon illuminated sky as the storm suddenly ease up. "She'll never be like him. She'll be her own person that can rewrite her unspeakable fate"

But there was one thing she could see even she before she told to the couple to take her daughter away: the child is a balance between her and him.

And perhaps this was why the child's father grew so desperate to have her so quickly. The fruit of their unfated love was so perfect that she is the best instrument of power. A tool he can use to his reign in darkness.

She will be the priceless and irreplaceable object in his control, an out of this world possesion of this divine woman that he desired in his collection. He felt the right to own her for she was his only daughter, and as he gained more hidden knowledge about her kind, he grew a lust to gain what she have inside her, not knowing there was eleven more waiting for their reawakening.

He truly hoped that he had not make a mistake when it comes to visualizing her fate.

If the seer had been true to her words, then this was the future held - a reign for him and his lady - and anyone who dared defies it would pay the price.