Sisters of Different Blood

Chapter 1: The Prophecy

      3rd POV:

      "An undead king rises to fight, a brand new queen to rule the night. She'll win with the wings of rain, and free all from the pain." The prophet spoke to the ten-year-old girl in front of them. The young girl had deep black hair, which went to her shoulders and covered her left eye. She was wearing a dark-grey sweater, with a deep blue vest over it. She wore baggy, faded blue jeans and ebony-black combat boots with light blue laces. The most interesting thing about her appearance was the light blue bow around her neck, which seemed to have an aura of calm encompassing it.

      The prophet themself was strange. They didn't seem to have a gender, and if they did, no one knew it. They wore a purple cloak, hood pulled up, which caused their eyes to be obscured from view. The prophet spoke only in rhymes, much to the frustration to those who visited them for assistance. The young girl left, brown eye filled with confusion, as the others before her had been, and she would forever remember the last sentence the prophet said to her. "Be ready for the change, Anya (On-yah)." What was going to happen to her? Well, you'll have to find out on your own.

      Anya POV: 5 years later...

      I was standing in the middle of a dark room, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, and sensing nothing. My head swivelled to the side, causing my ebony black braid to swing, the blue ribbon that once adorned my neck present on the end. My outfit hadn't changed since I was ten, but I was currently in my PJs, which consisted of a black tank top and bright blue sweatpants. When I sleep, sometimes the hair covering my left eye shifts so my one blue eye is visible. I blinked, preparing for what I knew was next. When I opened my eyes, the room was different.

      Around me there were pools of blood, varying in size. Some were small and some were big. I was mildly surprised by the lack of bodies, usually Aunt Mari (Mah-ree), or Brilaya (Bree-lay-yah) would be there. They were the only two people I actually cared about. Mari is the only parent I ever had, she was the one who raised me since I was young, and Brilaya is my girlfriend, whom I love more than all the galaxies in existence. My mother died when I was born, and I wish I never knew my father... Lost in my thoughts, I almost didn't notice the figure limping towards me. Almost. My head swivelled to the side, so I was now facing them. I gasped slightly and took a step back. It was Brilaya.

      Her chestnut brown hair was matted and dirty, her once glimmering blue eyes were dull. Her tan skin was covered in cuts and bruises. Her tank top that consisted of various shades of green, tattered and blood stained. Her knee length khaki shorts were in the same state. What scared me the most, though, was the large slash from her left hip to her right shoulder.

      "W-why..." Was all she stuttered out.

      "Why what?" I asked, curious as to what she was going to say.

      "Why would you do this to me..." She replied, anger clouding her voice. "You're just like your father,  Anya." Then, I woke up.

      "Augh,  what's going on, my dreams haven't been like that in a while." I glare at the wall in frustration and clamber out of bed to get dressed. I tugged on a light blue long-sleeved shirt and jean shorts with leggings underneath. I had some time left before the Inn opened, so I sat down at my desk in the corner of my room (which resided in the attic) and began to draw what happened in my dream. I did this every time I had a dream, just so I didn't forget it. I finished the drawing and went to the chest that contained all the others, it was nearly overflowing, and crammed the picture in.

      "Anya!" Called Aunt Mari. "Guests!" I sighed, got up from my crouched position, and headed downstairs. At the bottom step stood Mari.

      She wore a black dress with white stripes on the arms, black and white striped leggings. She wore white flat-footed shoes that went to the centre of her shins, with black swirls. Over the dress, she had on an apron that had food stains on it

      "Can you check these people in while I warm up the kitchen?" She asked me. I nodded and stood behind the front desk.

      "Alright, welcome to Darkmoon Inn, how may I help y-" I looked up, and saw five people who definitely weren't from anywhere near this region.