The Blood Spilt Upon My Hands

The sky was darker than ever, especially in The City Of Souls. Witches Counsil sent me here to talk to the Shadow Prince, Shane. He was one of those spoiled little Princes who got whatever they wanted when they wanted. He had the killer looks, killer smile, the personality. All females loved him, of all species. But me, well, he wasn't very much the type I'd prefer. I prefer, well the original, different too, any type of species besides, well, wolves, I mean, I already knew there wasn't a possibility, I mean, I could, but I don't want too. Look, here's the deal with me, I wasn't looking for a relationship, especially now. Now that I was alone, single, thats how I liked it to be. The elevator I was in was very, dark. There had been a reason why, souls and shadows liked the darkness, even in dark you could see shadows. Souls, well they flew around this place like flies. The elevator doors had opened, as they did, I exited. The halls had been silent, the only thing you'd hear were the bottom of my heels. The click clack pitter pat sound against the floor. I turned and saw no one behind me, I was guessing no one had been in the building beside the prince and his guards. Once I had made it to the end of the hall, two guards stood by a glass door, there had been one of each side of the door. They wore black tux's, they had gray eyes and each man was seven foot' five. They had been huge. Many guards were like that. Tall, buff, and gave everyone that straight face. As I walked up to them, I handed the one on my right a silver letter. He quickly read it, then turned to the one on his left and nodded his head. As he did, they both turned to the door and opened them, as I entered, they bowed. Being a part of a royal family wasn't as much as fun as you thought. It might seem like it, but not really. Some people think its a about the gowns, parties, men, gold, silver and more, but it's not. Some people even think its about power. But what'll power do if you already have it. Shane stood by a table reading over old fashion papers, he looked up at me, "Well hello there beautiful." I shook my head in shame, then looked up at him. He wore black dress pants, dress shoes with a black button up shirt with a pitch black lose tie. His eyes were a light green. There was another thing he used to charm woman. The eyes and hair, he had one of those emo hair styles. Wasn't that bad. At the tips of his hair (the tips of his bangs) they had been bleached blonde. That was part of the style, they just added color. I saw my reflection in one of the glass windows. I saw what was wearing. Black skinny jeans, ankle heel boots, with a gray blouse thats laced up in the back of my shirt and a pa coat. Shane stared at me, then handed me one of the papers he had been reading, "You came for this. Correct?" I stared at the paper then read over it, then looked up at him, "This was Esmeralda's letter. Correct?" He nodded his head then put his finger on a blood stain, "She left her blood mark, no one ever knew why, she just did. For centuries people have been searching why she left the blood stain and letter." The letter had been dated, October 30th, 1590. The paper had been so fragile and tearable. Not

only had the Counsil sent me to speak to Shane, but he had something I needed. Information. Esmeralda was my great great great great great grand mother. She had been the one who set the curse... The Curse Of The Blood Moon. Centuries ago, Esmeralda had been born on a Blood Moon. On blood moons, the dark children are born, with the blackest blood in them. Dark, pure evil, but not Esmeralda. She had a chance to be a light caster. In the caster world, there had been two types, light and dark. There was a difference in each one. Dark wanted power, some wanted the world. To stop the human race and let Caster's begin a new generation. Light, they wanted peace, to help the one's in need of help, to make the world a better place, to make peace with humans. Esmeralda hadn't been chosen yet. When children are born on blood moons, they're already chosen for the dark, but she hadn't been chosen. Everyone thought she was special... Thats why everyone wanted her. My father fears the same for me. I have the blood of Esmeralda. Im connected to her blood line. In my fathers family tree, there had only been men born, not a single woman. Until I was born... My mother is terrified of what Esmeralda's blood'll make me do. Being a dark caster takes everything good from you. Sometimes, even memory. Its like another female is in control. Like wolves, except in a caster way. Once she became dark she found out about forbidden spells and used one against her father. She killed her family. That's when the dark over came her. She was no longer in control. The black blood has kicked in and so had the other female. No one could save her, she had passed away twelve years later. No one knew how or why, she just did.