Destiny.

 It was a funny thing. I had always thought that I could create my own destiny. But after attending my junior year at Nox Haven, I knew that wasn't possible. My destiny was written two hundred years before my birth when my ancestor- The Dark Warlock- created a cult of Dark Ones.

 It was my destiny to rid the world of his mistake- but I didn't know-how. That was the funny part, I knew what I had to do but I didn't know-how. Nobody wrote that part of the prophecy. I would figure it out though, two of my beloved friends were dead because of the Dark Ones. I swore on their graves that no one else would follow.

**Book Three in the Nox Haven Series**

Author: RowenaBlack