Triskele Stories

Old Code; Nous Chassons Ceux Qui Nous Chassent - We Hunt Those Who Hunt Us. New Code; Custodi Nos, Qui Semetipsos Tutari Se - We Protect Those Who Can't Protect Themselves.

Sorin Rallei is a 17 year old boy who lives in a strange time. In his time all kids are given powers when they turn 13, and each kid receives 2-3 of them. They could be anything from flying to controlling the elements to glowing in the dark. And when Sorin's parents kick him out when he gets his powers he wants to know why. He turns to the streets of New York to help him understand his gifts, and he did for five years until he did something that he may or may not regret for the rest of his life.

Thea Taylor thought college was going to be great. There she hoped she would find the perfect boyfriend, education and friends. She was wrong. Instead she was kidnapped by a group of people who call themselves the Triskele's. And the Triskele's want Thea... To be their rightful leader. The Triskele's are a group of people who can see into the past, present and future.

They figure out what it is and who it belongs to.

Long before time, in this legend, magic had covered the world. It was an art most priests and rulers had believed in. Most of civilization had used it for ceremonies or birthday's or when a new ruler was made to come. Magic had been legal for hundreds of years all until one man was made new ruler, George Washington. He had banned magic across what is now the USA but what was then, middle earth. After him, more people agreed and they made up the electing system, making others 'president' and forgetting about the tradition that had existed. They wept out ALL mages or Druids. Like the Nazi's, they searched houses and buildings for them and executing those who hid them. After years and years, they were so sure that they were done. It all stopped, people no longer believed in the religion. Those still did secretly believe in it, I mean come on, it was okay as long as no one knew. About two or three years later, a baby was born. Her name was Veleikrah, or Kria. A special baby indeed, she had a birthmark in the shape of a Celtic symbol, the Triskele. When finding out, they could not keep her. Most with the Triskele were ones born with, Magic. They ran. They ran and ran until they came across an old shack, which, with some work, could become an 'okay' home for three. She grew up strong, learning more and more about the Triskele and what her people went through, she had always stayed home. All until one particular hunting trip. I made up the legend, of course! I just thought it would be a cool twist, and so this is what I came up with :D UNDER SERIOUS EDITING