The Start Of It All

The Beginning

The child once at rest now cried. It's sound high pitched and irritating to ones ears, the child had done this continuously for nights now, never during the day, even when sleeping with her parents she would cry. The wails loud enough that the entire village could hear, many inhabitants had complained but the parents could not do anything to calm the distressed toddler. Many doctors and magic folk had tried to end the child's cries but nothing worked.

The parents were becoming annoyed with their child's sleepless nights, one night a witch who was passing through heard the young child's crying. Dressed in a dark blue cloak, shoes worn fromthe miles she had walked, she followed the sound, instantly recognising the house she had avoided for so long. She went to the door knocking she offered the family she once knew her services, desperate the father let the old woman in, she picked the child up who was still wailing uncontrollably. She child stilled for a moment but then proceeded to cry louder than it had before; unfazed the witch walked outside and into the centre of the village. Villagers curious as to what she would do followed and formed a circle around the woman, hoping she would be able to help the child from crying. Letting the cloak fall from her face, the parents gasped in shock, this woman had once been family before they forced her out saying her powers were and abomination to them all. The woman was the child's grandmother, a very powerful witch of the time, she was an ally with the vampires and had protected her family with her life until that dreadful day. Her face wrinkled yet wise, her auburn hair speckled with grey, she was beautiful with eyes an emerald green that shone with hurt of betrayal and power. The child's crying was getting louder to the point it the villagers were covering their ears, however it did not affect her grandmother. The cloaked woman looked to her family her pain twisted into hatred as they screamed at her to leave their child be.

"You betrayed me, your own flesh and blood. Now it is time for my justice, on this night the magic that flows within my bones will curse you to an eternity of hatred and fear." Her shouts heard easily over the child's terrified wails. As the woman pulls out an engraved dagger the parents rush forward to their only daughter, a sadistic smile contorts her face as a circle of blazing fire, six feet high, forms around her. Villagers screamed in terror, mothers and dragging their children away to the safety of their homes whilst the men stay to watch.

"On this night I draw power from the full moon. This village shall be my witness and this ground the birthplace of my magic. Here a cruse shall be placed upon you, by betraying a witch you must face our wrath." At this ten more witches, all cloaked in a deep blue, entered the ring of fire, the flames parting long enough to allow them in.

"Listen close as the wolves howl, worshipping the moon, for soon you shall join them and become one with the animal. You will be bound, mind and soul sharing the body you walk in, death will not be easy you will one day yearn for it but i have taken that luxury from you. You will be slaves to the moon, becoming a monster everyone will learn to fear, never again will you be accepted to the human world." As she shouted this to her lost family, the other witches had been chanting the curse over and over again when the curse was complete the parents crashed to the floor weakened, screaming in agony as their bodies began to bend and break, transforming into something new. One by one the witches cut their hand open with silver daggers, coating the bodies in blood to complete the spell.

The elderly woman looked to the now silent child in her arms, a small sad smile as she saw the same emerald eyes glowing back at her.

"Child of the betrayers you will be cursed also, you will be a child of the moon but with freedom you parents. You will be the daughter of the night, you heart if filled with light coming form ones of pure black. Live an eternity with the wolves become one with them, but do not be scared to be a force to be reckoned with, you are what everyone shall fear. I name you daughter of the dead, child of the moon and the Princess of all. The creatures within you will be yours for life, those similar to yourself will look up to you but be warned of a creatures greed." The spell was almost complete the little girls looking in complete wonder, something in the woman's voice calmed her. Her Grandmother lowered the top of the blanket to reveal golden hair shining white in the moonlight. Closing her eyes the woman chants the last verse of the spell, using the dagger she cuts her palm just like the others and feeds the confused child her blood. She then kisses the infants head giving her the powers she holds.

This is the story of how the first werewolves and the hybrid princess were created.

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