Slice through Fate.

Chapter 1. The kindling.

Hallo. So far this book is a experiment to see if people will like my work of fantasy. I'm slightly proud if it, but if you don't like it then do tell me why. I hope you do enjoy though, and if you do then do tell me, and remember to hit the vote button! It's always appreciated! Final thing, this does start out... Boring I guess. But it turns into a slight romance. So... Uh... Yeah. Thanks!

The mother hurried through the rain, her babe in her arms. The looming half dead trees warned her back, but she pushed on. The small infant in her arms was asleep, his tiny fists clutching her robe. She held him closer, but didn't crack a smile. The job coming up was going to be a hard one.

Finally the mother arrived at the cave mouth. The shadows seemed to leak through here, with the inside seeming as uninviting as possible. But the mother knew that if she didn't offer her child, no other child could be offered for a thousand years... And if the other side got their spirit child ready, then her civilization would crumble, and most likely die out.

She clenched her fist, drew the child in her arms tighter and walked into the cave.

Even with the lack of rain, the mother still felt cold and wet. The babe awoke in her arms, and stared at his mother with bright blue eyes. She gazed back at it, still not cracking a smile. The mother waited for the spirit to arrive, and looked around the cave. Grey boulders littered the cold floor, with the only decoration in front of her. A black alter, like one you would find in a church, yet more intimidating. The stench of rotting meat hung in the air, like the oxygen itself was dying.

Finally after what felt like hours of waiting and keeping the child quiet, the spirit arrived. Just seeing it was rare.

Shadows seemed to emit from it, filling the cave around it, making it colder and darker. If the woman was successful in her mission, it would return to normal.

It watched the mother as she knelt down, calm and collected. A screeching noise came from what must of been the spirits mouth.

The mother nodded. "Yes, I know you have been tricked before. But I swear on my life that it is time."

The screeching noise came again. The child awoke again, and started to weep. Both the mother and the spirit ignored it.

"If you don't think it's time, then I'll just keep coming back. And you know if we don't do it now... And they do..." The mother perused. The spirit screeches. The mother nodded. "If that's what it takes."

A silence hung in the air. Finally, the spirit screeched again. The woman nodded her thanks and placed the weeping baby on the alter in front of the spirit. Without his mother's warmth to comfort him, his weeping grew to wailing. The mother stepped back, and waited at a polite distance.

The spirit reared up, it's shadows trailing after it. The child's cries grew panicked as the spirit inched closer. It closed its mouth for a second, and took a deep breath in.

That was what the spirit needed.

It shot forward to where the infant was breathing in. The darkness leaked into its open mouth a  it started its crying again, it's nose, it's ears and even its eyes. Soon the shadows wrapped themselves around the body and disappeared with the child's cries. The mother breathed out in relief, yet stayed away. Just because the spirit was in the body did not mean it was settled. Once physical changes had taken place meant it was ready.

The mother watched her babe from a distance. The infant did not cry out, just lie there, and slowly closed his blue eyes.

The mother continued to watch.

At last, as the mother was beginning to give up hope, the child's hair paled. The mother watched, batted breathed as his hair turned from sandy yellow to a shimmering silver, as bright as the moon.

The mother frowned. Was that enough? Could she move the child? Could she return home?

She decided to take the infant back home. Picking up the child and cradling it, she stepped back outside into the rain, sheltering her child, and finally smiling.

Nearly a hundred miles away, another mother walked slowly to a bright forest. Not only one mother, but hundreds. Today was the day they had all been waiting for. Today was the day their world would change forever.

Today was the day the spirit picked its host body.

It had required a infant, no older than six months. The mother's with such a babe walked to the shimmering lake, and carefully lie their baby's down, and stepped back. They began to talk.

"Who's do you think it's going to be?"

"I hope it's not mine - I'm growing rather fond of him."

"Wouldn't it be a amazing honour to be the mother of the spirit of light? Imagine..."

The mother's chatter soon died down as a shimmering ball of light glided down to where the babes where. All of them had been dosed with a dab of sleep pollen, so they wouldn't awake during the ceremony.

All of the mother's knew how important this ceremony was.

The parents watched as the spirit of light seemed to stare at each child. Even thought it had no eyes.

Finally, after ten murmur filled minutes, the spirit finally spoke up. A bright to tingling noise filled the air. All of the mother's could understand spirit language - all of them had been taught as children to understand it. A gasp shot through the crowd.

The spirit had chosen its host.

Disappointed mothers drew away with their baby's, mumbling. Only one mother stayed behind. To tingling noises filled the air as the mother bowed.

"Yes, yes, that's fine with me." She said softly. The spirit seemed to nod, and sunk itself into the child's chest.

The baby seemed to stop it's soft breathing pattern. The mother watched to see if any physical changes would occur. Nothing changed. Her hair stayed the same shade of blond, her face, arms body and legs remained untouched.

The mother picked her child up, and carried her back to the kingdom, not looking forward to the hubbub she would cause.

But it was unavoidable now.