• Chapter One
    The Beginning







    The rain pelted the ground like a drum, the infinite beat pounding loud, echoing off of the walls of the kingdom of Nagol. Thunder rolled and lightning flashed in the clouds overhead as the night carried on, growing louder with every strike. A night such as this would usually be welcomed, celebrated. But not tonight. Tonight, the world is changed forever. Tonight, the king has been murdered. People mourn in their homes for their beloved king. He had ruled for 79 years of greatness, seen his people through war, famine, rise, and fall. He had provided for them, keeping their lives perfect and safe. For each life in the kingdom, the king had given something, small or large. But the people of Nagol did not know the extent of what they had taken from the king for their lives. They had no idea what was to happen to their lands.

    King David had left behind his beautiful wife. And also, he left one son, who was only 12 at this time. The boy was closest to the king. He had been with the king when he was murdered, and attacked. Thankfully, a guard had rescued him. But now, Prince Warren, at the age of 12, was sole heir to the Kingdom of Nagol. But not only did King David leave his son to take care of the kingdom, but he had cursed him in the process. You see, the Kingdom of Nagol is that of Vampires, Demons, and Werewolves. To keep his people safe, King David had given his entire soul to the kingdom of Tocs, the sworn enemy of the kingdom. In the middle of the early wars, King David turned to the kingdom of Tocs, begging them to grant his people peace, to stop all the bad in the world. They granted his wish on two conditions:

    One, he would give his entire soul to them. His power would help them to build their own up. And two, when he died, they would no longer be held to this contract. And they could be free to send in one of their own. After the world had reverted to its chaotic hell, she would save it by taking the prince’s heart, then killing him, placing herself in power. This was the only reason they would help him was to get a head start in conquering the Kingdom of Nagol, and the King knew that. But he was sure his son would be cunning, and notice the angel. And he would tell his son about this, making sure that the kingdom would never fall into the angel’s hands.

    But on this dark night, the King’s plan failed. The prince was traumatized, forgetting the entire first 12 years of his life, nobody else knowing of the deal. On this night, the angel was born into the demonic world in secret, delivered through a strike of terrifying lightning that dropped the nine year old on the wet sidewalk. All that were unlucky enough to be outside and near were killed.

    Thunder rolled louder and the lighting flashed brighter as the girl let out a violent and angry scream. Wrapped in nothing but a blanket, her wings burned and torn, she sat up in the pouring rain slowly, her hair soaked through and stuck to her forehead, she looked all around. Bruised and bloodied, she looked far from her angelic self, tainted, dirtied, sullied, and broken. Rage broke through her lips yet again and the thunder roared along with her, as if encouraging her anger.

    The angel stood shakily, her muscles begging her to lie back down, to sleep. But the angel pushed past it and tipped her head up in the rain. The more she felt the rain pelt her skin, the more she wanted to scream. Neither from pain, nor anger any more. There was just an air about her, a feeling she was getting as she stood in the pouring water. She felt so at home, yet out of place at the same time. The world around her smelled all wrong. Blood, tears, agony, fear, and anger… All of these things on the brink of unleashing. These people were almost at their limit. One push and chaos would erupt. The Kings perfect kingdom completely destroyed in a matter of a day.

    Though she did not have much in her memory, she knew important things. The king of the Nagol was dead, the Prince would soon take the throne, there was a curse on these lands, they would fall to hell, and she was connected to it all. She knew nothing else. Just that. The Prince would remember only his demonic and vampire powers, fighting skills, and skills. Only memories of his father would be absent.

    Through the rain and darkness, the angel saw a small silhouette of an old woman. Curious, the woman walked closer to the Angel, slowly but surely. No, don’t come near me… Go away!! The angel thought but could not speak. Her legs shook beneath her, her muscles tightened, her body wanting to, needing to run away. But the girl knew she could take maybe three steps before falling. She needed help. Major help. She was scared angry, and tired. Oh so tired. Please… don’t… hurt me…She knew if it came to a fight, she’d be toast. Her legs wobbled, her body begging to rest, her eyes becoming heavier with every moment.

    “Little girl? Are… Are you quite alright?” the old woman questioned her. The angel made no sound, no indication. She knew if she moved, she would collapse. And if she opened her mouth to that question, all that would come would be a scream. She gripped the blanket to her chest, shivering in the chill. “Would you like some help? It’s not safe to be out here. Not tonight…. ” the old woman continued to come closer. She was almost at touching distance. This was decision time. Run or stay? Should she take off, or stay, hoping the demon woman would help her even after she found out about the angel being what she was. She already knew the answer. Her body had dictated it to her already.

    The angel nodded slightly and allowed the woman to wrap her arm around her shoulders. She flinched as the woman accidentally brushed a large wound on her shoulder, gushing blood over her body, the white blanket stained and bloody. They walked for a few minutes, each step agony for the angel, each breath painful. The woman helped the angel back to her home, a small apartment with two stories. The room was filled with the scent of brothy soup and hot tea. There was a fire in the fire place and a warm inviting couch with two home-made pillows and multiple blankets. The woman laid the girl down on the couch, smothering her in the blankets to the point of a comfortable suffocation. The shivering subsided within the moments it took the old woman to sit on her own lounging chair.

    Her hair was silver, her eyes a beautiful shade of brown, almost life pure chocolate. She was wearing a brown dress with a shawl over top, and she was only a bit dampened with her trip into the rain to retrieve the girl she’d seen from her front window.

    “You’re welcome to stay here,” the old woman told the angel with a warm smile. The angel gave a pained smile, both knowing it meant thank you as the angel’s eyes began to slide without her control. “Might you have a name, deary?” asked the old woman. The girl thought for a moment, trying to think past the fog of her tiredness. She opened her mouth and let out a small whisper that the old woman just barely caught before the angel gave way under her exhaustion.

    “Legna…”