Prologue

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Disclaimer, I do not own most of the characters, those belong to their respective authors, I do however, own the plot, Margret, her family and those in her village.

My story is long and hard, don't expect to enjoy it. Lemony Snicket once said "If you like books with happy beginnings and happy endings then you should pick up another book.", those words aptly describe this story. It has a sad beginning, a sad ending and very few happy things in the middle.
While my whole story begins 26 years and nine months ago when my father and mother had a fun night, it wouldn't become interesting until fifteen years later when I died in a car crash along with my best friend's parents and her brother. My friend was the only one to survive, her name is Vasilsa Dragomir, and she saved me, she brought me back to life. Lisa is a royal Mori, and like all Mori she can influence an element. Unlike most Mori she doesn't control one of the physical four, she is a spirit-user, she can influence the very life force inside of you. Lisa can heal, make plants grow and hypnotize. Other spirit-users can walk in your dreams, read your auora and read your mind, no one knows what else it can do.
Because she can heal Lisa was able to bring me back from the dead, this bonded us and made me shadowkissed. As far as the world knew, I was one of a kind.
Fast forward three years and the Mori queen, Tatiana is assassinated, with my silver stake.
I was a Guardian then, charged with keeping the Mori race safe from the Strigio, a race of undead, blood draining vampires unable to live in sunlight.
But when Tatiana was kill, I was thrown in prison for treason and murder. My ex-boyfriend/ex-touter Demitri tried to help me, but he had recently been healed after become a Strigio and was on shaky ground with the Guardians already.
I still loved him even if he didn't love me, and I couldn't let him ruin himself to save me, I had stepped in front of him and let myself get taken away. That night I was stolen from my prison cell by something I hadn't known existed.
They killed every Guardian they met on their way in and on their way out with me.
The next three years were a living hell. Every day I wished I was dead.

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