Dark and Twisted

Introduction

Growing up was supposed to be fun, exciting, freeing, but it's all a lie.

Everyone says that childhood is the best time of your life. You have no responsibilities, no worries, and no care in the world. In fact, the biggest decision you have to make is what Barbie you want to play with that day. At least that's what I assume, from what I have heard. I wouldn't really know, because as you will see, I never had a "traditional childhood," probably because I'm not a traditional human like you. Actually, I'm barely human at all, but I guess I should start at the beginning. My name is Everlynn Priscilla Weitz, I am what's known as a Seelie Court fairy, but more importantly they call me a Grave Keeper.

Seelie Court Fairies are "good" fairies who fight the never-ending battle against "evil."

Grave Keepers protect mortals from the resurrected dead, or the "undead," whatever you prefer to call them.

When I first started training, Laila trained me. She taught us everything we know, me and my band of misfits. She was called away on an important mission close to the end of our training. She hasn't been seen since. I figure she must be dead or worse...

Thankfully, we knew enough to survive and kick serious ass, if I say so myself....and I do...

To most people I look twenty- four, but in reality, I am much older. I guess it's silly to talk about "reality" for if it were as it seems to most, I wouldn't even exist. Like most twenty –four-year old's I have a job, it's just not the kind of job that pays the bills. That's not really an issue for us though. Money, I mean, most of us Grave keepers come from fairy families with money. We may not be able to see them once we begin training, but that doesn't mean they aren't willing to pay for whatever lifestyle we choose to live. They have at the very least a vague idea of the hardship and sacrifice we deal with on the daily basis, and how we "pay for it" in the end. I fight Grave Diggers, and let me tell you, you may have lived through some bad shit, you may think you have seen the dark side and lived to tell the tale. I'm sure it was traumatic, maybe it left you in a bad place. Unless you've dealt with a Grave Digger, you have no idea how evil the dark side can be. They raise the dead to live again and wreak havoc. Have you ever seen a newly risen Digger? It's flesh in various stages of rotting, while it is slowly being healed and brought back to life through some of the darkest magic you can imagine? Seen your friends, no, not friends, not at this point, these bitches are your fucking family, cut down ruthlessly in battle by something that should not even be? Demons that would eat your soul for breakfast? No? I thought not. We are battle born and battle raised. Either way I am always there to lead or slay. I am and will always be a Grave Keeper.