Made For Rain

chapter one

Hello. My name is Rani Le Morgane Masion du Dragonne, which roughly means my name is Rani Morgane of The House of Dragons. I am the youngest of a set of triplets and I am going to tell my story my family story and what eventually happens to me, but where to begin.

Let me explain about Demigods like me. First off the gods do not hate us or wish us dead well most of us anyways. We age differently one human year is like 200 earth years. We aren't beautiful or disfigured. We look just like people. Only we are somewhat immortal and reach our full potential at the age of 25. so until that time we have to have to body guards and stuff like that.

What do you want to know ? lets see . my name is french but i lived and loved Greece, i can speak fluently in a lot of dead languages. and i am a demigod. not like Percy Jackson demigod.. but those are great books also. now how old am i you ask. well you see that's the hard part.

I'm dead then not dead and then there's the whole we have use to her as a key to the underworld bit. its all very touchy feel y and i kinda hate so lets just start at the beginning.

My story begins in ancient and I do mean ancient Sumeria. I was born to my father and mother they were the rulers at the time. They were raising my oldest brother to follow in my father's footsteps. The hierarchy of that time was about the same as it was anywhere I guess.When I turned 14 I was sent to Greece, my father's homeland to learn the ways of a Greek woman and what the Greeks could teach me.

I was taught languages which I was told I had a great knack for. I fell in love with Greece. I hated to leave when I turned one and twenty.It was a special place that I loved dearly. But I was being shipped off to France now. At father's instance I was to leave Greece in the night and travel by shadows to France.

I abhorred the thought of it being just me this time, he was splitting my sisters and I up for the first time in forever. We had never been apart, but I was willing as long as my favorite body guard got to go with me. Which after much fighting I got my way and off we went to visit.

It was four years till I came into my powers. And I wanted to make the most of it. The wars were slowly ending between the clans and my thousand when I turned 25 I would be allowed to go home.

I was slowly falling in love with my body guard. He was my closet and best friend. He knew that my father was powerful and that didn't scare him off he held to his honor and duty to the crown. There were some nights were we would talk for hours and watch the sun rise and it would make me miss home.

As I sit here writing this and listening to the modern music of this time it still makes me miss home. My home was beautiful the stones glistening in the sun and the marble statues and the rainbow of colors that made up the clothes and curtains . It was a beautiful time.

As I sat there watching the sun rise over the foggy trees and the morning mist making it feel nice and cool in my stone cold chamber knowing that Erik was standing outside the chamber waiting on my handmaiden to enter and help me get dressed. Which I was not accustomed my dresses in Greece were easy to dress in and only had someone to help me with long blonde hair to help it frame my bright blue green eyes that I had been told were the colors of the Mediterranean sea. I loved my eyes they were my favorite part of my body.

When it all came about of how beautiful I was I didn't let on I was 1/3 of a set of triplets. Tyrani and Juliet would have been furious by my selfish ways of saying "oh thank you yes my mother is quite beautiful herself. " we all looked the same except for Tyrani, she was dark haired and green eyed and was scary when she got mad or passionate about something.

Now they were off in lands I wish I was with them. I hated father for separating us into different places. It honestly pissed me off I hated politics but I hated being away from my sisters even more. They were my closest confidantes and now I was alone at court with men who were just god awful people and I was to be treated to their grabs and cat calling drunkenness. I wished I could have stayed in my rooms or in the great library but sadly that was "against the court rules for a lady of my stature" I wrote father daily asking to be brought home or sent to one of my sisters or back to Greece. Then on the fourth month of my depression of France something wonderful happened and I wrote and said never mind. That I wished to stay. Erik was surprised as I woke up early and called for my maid before he could knock on the door. I had finally found a reason to stay in the godforsaken place and I think my mother thought it was a man.

When in all actually it was a girl. A beautiful woman long flowing red hair , emerald eyes that shined in the torch light she was kind of tall but the colors of her dresses were absolutely divine. I decided that I would send my Greek garb to my father and have all new dresses made from her dressmaker.

She became one of my closest friends other than my sisters whom were finally able to write to me. As we talked I noticed that they were having the same problems I was. We had never been separated before so the depression wasn't just me like I thought. As I wrote to them about her I thought they were going to call me crazy, she was human for goodness sake, but I loved her still. My Aurelie Rose.

As the weeks of winter fell away and into the spring which meant more clothes. As if I didn't have enough already. So I took my old gowns and things and gave them to women in the country and surrounding villages so I didn't feel so bad I knew most of those dresses would be used for wedding dresses in the coming months and that made me happy.

One day I was sitting in the sun room working on my sewing which might I add was getting better and Erik brought me a formal looking letter. I was worried no one ever sent me such formal letters, I hadn't heard from mother in awhile so I thought maybe it was her. I opened the letter and began to read.

My Dearest Rani,

I regret to inform you that I am being sent away. My father thinks we are getting to close and he is worried it will spoil my chances for marriage if I continue to see you. As I write this I am crying because since this is the last time I will be able to write or talk to you for sometime I guess I should tell you. I am in love you. And these feelings are strange and not because of you. I think father knew so he is sending me away. I will write when I get the chance he can't keep me sent far away forever I am a favorite of the king. We will see each other again my love. And if I write you again and you do not respond I will know you do not feel the same.

With much love as I can fathom ,

Aurelia Rose.

I read and reread the words on the page memorizing them to my heart and soul. She did love me just as I loved her. But knowing her father didn't approve the only I could was sit back and love her from afar.