"She is rising," whispered the dark hooded figure "the time is almost right."
"the blood moon approaches," said the second figure "is the child ready?"
"yes, the child is ready."
"bring her here"
The child, a small but healthy looking baby girl was carried to the platform by the second hooded figure. She was set upon a stone altar in a ring of dark crystals. As the blood moon glowed a brilliant crimson above her, the child stared up and made an unconscious wish, please let me live. By some miracle her wish was granted. YOU see , the hooded figures were dark sorcerers and they had intended to use the child as a sacrifice to raise the demon Ahpuch. The child survived but part of her soul was bound to and controlled by Ahpuch.
And thus became the child known as the half-blood.
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Nightmares and Daydreams
خارق للطبيعةHe doesn't know it but I'm hiding something. Something really big. She doesn't know but I'm hiding something. Something that could kill us both.
