Cities Of The Shifters ( Book Cover Done And Credit Goes To @MeowSniper Thanks)

A Beautiful Day with the Weather

Petyr hiked his way up the northern peak of the mountain near the d'Fierro Manor, exercising his body as he intended to do with his powers. He could summon rain and lightning fairly well, but the control over wind escaped him, thus he had made plans with the Ambassador of his faction to help him in this aspect. As he reached the peak he grinned, a few beads of sweat falling fro his face. "Now, lets see how long it takes for her to get here."

As he waited, he moved in circles, his hands catching fire with the white-gold flames he was known for. Each thrust of his hands resulted in a small spear of flames spearing into the ground, adding light to the area left so dark by the moon. He continued until he felt the approach of another of his kin, smiling.

Luna stood on the balcony of the d'Fierro manner and she saw the weather getting crazy and she knew it had to be a member of the other Phoenix royal family one of the Dragomir's or Dravens. They were all related somehow. She had met quite a few of the family and knew that they were not innocent anymore. Luna wasn't either. Even though her murder was for the sake of her daughter there was no denying it she had murdered someone and she never really forgot it. After she had left Makena somewhere safe she had gone through her second rebirth. Her blonde locks went to dark brown and frankly she looked more Italian this way. Her first image was blonde locks and she loved the way she looked but it was time to change. Not only could she not stand to leave Makena who also shared her blonde locks but she couldn't look the same because she was being hunted. That was her 2nd rebirth the original features of her body and face were long forgotten and her first rebirth was brought on by what she thought was the brutal murder of her brothers by the Initia Elders and then witnessing Leona's rage and revenge. She had changed to this face. This was the face so many men had fallen for and Luna enjoyed the attention and then she met Simon. Simon and her were soul mates in every way. What Simon failed to convey was he was being hunted by the Initia. One day Simon left the penthouse loft Luna shared with her siblings and disappeared and Luna found out later he was murdered. Then she gave up Makena to be safe not even telling Leona where she was. Her 2nd rebirth she was the complete opposite of her first and Luna liked it that way better disguise.

Not only was this a great face but the dark hair went with her newly darkened wings with purple tips. She wasn't happy about it, but more importantly she had lost her child she needed a rebirth.

The third time was recently. The Dragomir family came back into her life and came to Evermore city and all she could remember about them was their incredible abilities as warriors to fight off the Initia. All of them had darkened due to this and being in Evermore allowed them to have the same powers as the rest. This third time was brought on by having to tell her daughter the story of her birth and why she was given away. It was not a boring story and it was extremely emotional thing to go through. Everywhere she looked she saw signs of Simon so Leona had recently gone through a rebirth and Luna decided it was her turn so for her third rebirth she made it count.

This rebirth was a keeper and she knew as popular with men as she had been with the first rebirth this would be the best one yet.

She had rested up and she ventured down to where she saw the center of the storms you might say and sure enough found Apollo Dragomir practicing his new found skill of manipulating the weather. A skill he had acquired here in Evermore City after the comet hit and one Luna was familiar with and had practiced some herself. She walked down and a mini tornado touched down next to Apollo and then right before it got to him she waved her hand and the tornado turned into clouds again covering the moon. This was going to be fun!

A nimble form shot through the thick clouds barring the northern peak from viewers standing below, black flames erupting along the back of the fire lord as her pushed her through the air, her blonde locks caught in the heavy winds that pushed against her. A smirk was set upon the ambassador's sharp features, a flash of her pearly white teeth almost entirely exposed in the night sky as she turned through the air. The pump of adrenaline that flowed through her fiery veins...she'd never tired of it. Never once has she not felt it since she first had her wings at the age of nineteen, and she knew not once in her immortal life would she ever lose it.