Streaks

Chapter 11

Thanx to Nedley12 and Snowyxp 😃 for helping me come up with names

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Chapter eleven

1000 years ago... Written in Scarlet pov

I hurried down the corridor, almost running into the many servants they had in the castle. My fire red hair streaming behind me. It wasn't always the bright red it was now, I used to have blond hair with brown streaks. I loved that hair, it was so cool, and it got even cooler when red streaks joined the brown.

Eventually my hair had turned all red.

Many people said that my hair suited my personality.

In fact, the colour had been invented to suit me.

Let me explain.

In the beginning, there was 2 species of humans, the magical and the non. They lived in peace and harmony. Until there was an imbalance, someone out there started a war. We have no idea what started it or how it ended.

All we know is that there was now six variations of magical humans.

Fire Sprites

Ocean Mers

Earth Witches

Fey of the Air

Synths of the Light

And Weres of the Darkness

All were different, and their powers unique to their kind.

Sprites were hot headed, easy to anger and always jumping in to things.

The Mer people were beautiful, silent and calm, although deadly.

Witches were solid as a rock, durable and always there.

Fey were wise as the oldest tree, although, they do have a tendency to act like children.

Synths were the most righteous of them all, always trying to help, surrounded by the shining sun.

Were's were considered the darkest of them all, killing for a living, bathed in the light of the moon.

From each species rose a leader that had been given a special power, always female, protected by a male. Both were chosen by the greater force of the earth.

I was one of the chosen leaders, the high priestess of the Fire Sprites. I guess that explains my hair.

"Scarlet!" I turned to see my protecter, Draco, rushing towards me. I turned and kept running in the direction I was running in before. He matched my pace.

"How is she?"

"Sick, I'm going to see Holly," I glanced over at him. His brow was creased in worry.

"That bad?"

"Yeah."

We rounded a conner and burst through a door.

The room was a beautiful bedroom, with green tapestries lining the wall and a fireplace off to the side. There was a lovely wooden table in a conner, lined with books and paintings set against the wall.

And in the middle was a queen sized bed.

On the bed sat Holly.

Her back was facing us.

Her long green hair raising lightly in the breeze of a slit in the wall.

"Holly?" I questioned as I ran up behind her and tapped her on her back.

Instead of turning around, she fell forward onto the floor

Her dead eyes stared at me.