TAINTED BLOOD!
the beginning of it all.

        𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐏 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐃 heard when she opened her eyes, confusion washing over her features as she took in her surroundings, for she was no longer tucked in her bed back in Ravenclaw Tower, but before the Forbidden Forest.

Alexandra was completely unaware of how she had arrived at this place, yet all it took was a mere glimpse at the blackened sky and the untouched soil behind her to realize that her body had never left the school to begin with. Indeed, if one was to check upon the blonde Grindelwald, they would have found her resting underneath a blue duvet, nose slightly scrunched up and brows furrowed.

The forest, a place that usually provided nothing but solace and always managed to soothe Alexandra's nerves, now looked more daunting than ever; a thick grayish fog engulfed its grounds, an eerie whistling sound caused by the wind being the only noise one could hear.

The blonde could not make heads or tails of her current predicament; who'd dream about one of their favourite places on Earth in such state? It almost felt as if the darkness that Alexandra was sure to run in her veins had clasped its bony hands on all that was beautiful and alive, successfully obliterating all signs of hope in the process.

Releasing a shaky breath, Alexandra slowly started making her way through the fog-covered grounds, her steps somehow muffled as if her feet had yet to come into contact with the ground; it was like nature itself was blissfully unaware of her presence.

All that had always fascinated the teen looked darker, even the first colorful fall leaves were tinged in black, their corners almost crumbling as Alexandra walked by.

The blonde couldn't help but feel somewhat guilty as she walked further towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest, for it felt as if she was leaving a trail of death and despair behind her.

Far too engrossed by the little remains of life behind her, at first, Alexandra didn't pay much attention to where the path had led her. Her movements had been almost mechanical up to that point, just like those of a puppet pulled by strings attached to its limbs and controlled by someone with a rather twisted mind.

The snap of a twig caused Alexandra to whirl around, her eyes falling onto the beast a few feet before her, one she'd never seen before in her entire life. Said beast seemed to be the only one aware of Alexandra's presence, for it stared ahead, head tilting to the side as if it was inspecting the frozen blonde.

The flesh-less creature was standing alone in the middle of a clearing, its white eyes never leaving the blue and white ones belonging to the blonde Grindelwald. While one would have expected for the beast to blend with the rest of the darkened environment due to its black mantle, the skeletal creature somehow managed to stand out, a weird aura outlining its figure down to the pointed end of its wings.

To say that Alexandra was puzzled due to her discovery would be a rather big understatement, for she knew that it was impossible for her to see a thestral's true form due to the fact she'd never witness death. Her confusion only grew as the beast took a step forward, its movements elegant as those of a beautiful winged horse.

Nothing seemed to make sense. One was only supposed to see a thestral if they'd witnessed someone's death; not only that, but said beast was known to prefer solitude, the presence of humans often causing distress for some reason yet to be discovered.

However, the beast before Alexandra did not falter in its steps, nor did the blonde as she started to near the thestral, her pace matching that of the winged being. The teen felt drawn to the creature, and by the looks of it, her feelings were reciprocated by the majestic beast.

Alexandra raised an arm, hand hovering mid-air, eyes locked with the beast's as she awaited the thestral's approval before petting its head.

The beast slowly lowered its head, eyes closing rather abruptly as soon as Alexandra's cold hand came in touch with the rough surface of the thestral's skin. However, the teen did not get a chance to pet the creature, for her eyes immediately widened the moment her hand came in contact with the beast.

All of a sudden, Alexandra could no longer see the beast nor the forest she'd grew to love, for all she could see were several things she'd never witnessed before.

A black raven that soared through the air while emitting a constant noise, was the first thing that caused Alexandra to stiffen, for it looked like the beast was staring right into the depths of the blonde soul. The raven disappeared just as quickly as it had first manifested itself, a tall wall of odd-colored flames taking its place before blending into what could only be described as a duel, for flashes of different colored lights collided and blocked each other.

Suddenly, an ear-piercing scream caused Alexandra to grit her teeth. It was a wail, the sound of someone crying out for a lost one, something Alexandra never wished to hear ever again.

The blonde quickly recoiled from the beast, yet came to a sudden halt when she felt another presence right behind her. Alexandra did not dare to turn around, yet it wasn't due to fear, but for something told her that whoever was prying through her mind was not yet ready to reveal themselves.

"Who are you? What do you want from me? What did that all mean?" Alexandra questioned in an eerie calm manner, each word laced in venom and capable to cause even the bravest of man to tremble in fear. "Why won't you leave me alone?!" She bellowed, her hands curling into fists, nails digging into the flesh of her palms so harshly that it drew blood.

"The truth will soon be unveiled." Whoever stood behind Alexandra spoke up in their usual charismatic, yet bone-chilling tone.

As soon as the words left the mystery figure's lips, everything surrounding Alexandra started blurring, shapes and colors blending with one another until all that was left was pure and utter darkness. Alexandra choked out on a scream, eyes flying open, a light sheen of sweat covering her forehead as she forced herself to sit up regardless of the stiffness of her limbs.

The blonde did not waste any time, for she quickly flung herself out of the canopy bed and hurried to the closest window. Alexandra sighed in relief the moment she saw the Forbidden Forest in all its glory, no sign of the destruction she'd witnessed in her nightmare.

It was silly of her to even think that her nightmare could have bared any resemblance to the truth, yet, the moment Alexandra lowered her head, she couldn't help but gape at the sight. Four half-moons still encrusted in blood could be seen on both of the blonde's palms, a small trail of blood coating the side of her left hand.

The teen was aware of her habit, yet she also knew she'd never done anything of sorts while asleep up until that very moment. Was it possible that not everything she'd witnessed in her nightmare was a fragment of her imagination, a construct of her own mind? What kind of truths laid behind Alexandra's disturbing dream?

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   The following two days had passed by in a flurry. Alexandra found herself trudging from class to class, the now-vivid nightmares plaguing her every waking moment. The teen had done a great job at keeping up her stoic facade, yet there were only so many people she could fool within the castle's walls.

Due to the odd schedule that had been implemented, Alexandra had found herself sharing almost every class with Blaise, Harry, Ron, Hermione and her twin's best friend, Selina Tran.

Alexandra and Selina's friendship had blossomed in a rather odd place, for the two had first talked to each other in the Hospital Wing while sitting beside a paralyzed Aron Grindelwald. Selina had been Aron's first true friend at Hogwarts, yet her constant optimism had only managed to push Alexandra further away up until that fateful evening when the brunette was dragged from Ravenclaw tower, for her brother had become yet another victim of the Basilisk that roamed through the school pipes. Throughout that month, Alexandra's sanity remained intact only due to Selina's unwavering hope; the Tran girl managed to tame the thunderstorm of emotions within a younger Alexandra, thus paving the way for a beautiful, yet rather peculiar, friendship.

Thursday afternoon, the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was bustling with chatter; some students exchanged wagers in regards to their new professor's length of employment, while others sought a laugh or two by moving an enchanted paper plane through the air.

Alastor Moody, a former Auror whose face carried the remainder of his former battles, soon brought an end to all whispers, his staff hitting the marbled ground with so much force that the sound it produced managed to echo within the entire classroom.

It was soon made clear that the former Auror held nothing but discontent towards the Ministry, yet it wasn't the professor's clear loathing of his former employers that shocked Alexandra, but the contents of their very first lesson of the year; Unforgivable Curses.

Alexandra was truly baffled, for never in her life she would have imagined such things to be taught at Hogwarts. The blonde glanced at Blaise, whose face displayed the same amount of shock and confusion as Moody questioned the class in regards to the consequences of performing such spells.

"Which curse shall we see first?" Moody inquired, his gruff tone causing many to squirm in their seats. "Weasley!" He barked, causing Alexandra's features to harden as the wizard neared her red-headed friend, who was sitting right behind her and Blaise. "Stand. Give us a curse."

"Well, my dad did tell me about one," Ron answered rather nervously. "The Imperius Curse."

"Oh, yeah. Your father would know all about that. Gave the Ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps this will show you why." Professor Moody drawled before stomping towards the front of the classroom, where he quickly unveiled and enlarged a spider that bared a striking resemblance to a tailless scorpion. "Imperio!".

Nothing could have prepared Alexandra for what followed, for while most of the classroom burst into laughter, all the blonde could hear was the screeching voice of the spider. "Stop! Stop! Please, stop!".

Alexandra couldn't bear to look. The blonde Grindelwald curled her hands, previously resting on her desk, into tight fists, her nails breaking the already tender flesh and opening the self-inflicted wounds once more. It was pure torture for her; while others found the presentation a source of entertainment, Alexandra was cursed to hear the wails of the beast under Professor Moody's control.

"Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only did You-Know-Who's bidding under the influence of the Imperius Curse." Moody continued, "But here's the rub; how do we sort out the liars.".

When asked to provide another curse, most students raised their hands, yet Alexandra found herself smiling upon noticing that Blaise had refused to do so, resorting to glare at their professor just like herself. "Up. Up. Longbottom, is it? Up." Moody encouraged Neville, a shy wizard Alexandra had found herself defending in more than one instance.

"The-the-there's the C-Cruciatus Curse." Neville stuttered out.

"Great! Correct!" Professor Moody exclaimed with far too much excitement in Alexandra's opinion. "Come, come. Particularly nasty. The torture curse." The wizard whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, yet managing to cause a few students to grow suddenly pale. "Crucio!"

Alexandra clenched her teeth; trying to block out the screeching voice of the spider as it called out for help, for there wasn't anything she could do to stop Professor Moody without getting expelled from Hogwarts. Her heart was aching; a mix of guilt, anger, and sadness bubbling within her petite body.

As Professor Moody neared Hermione Granger's desk, Alexandra broke out of her self-induced trance, her head snapping to the side, eyes falling onto the suffering spider.

"Perhaps you could give us the last Unforgivable Curse, Miss Granger." Moody's question sounded more like a statement, a request of sorts. When Hermione refused to answer, the odd-looking wizard didn't even hesitate in uttering the worst curse ever invented. "Avada Kedavra!" A bright green jet of light collided with the spider, its body soon falling limp on top of the curly-haired's witch tomes.

Unable to stare at the beast's lifeless body any longer, and unwilling to listen to her professor's word, Alexandra went back to stare ahead, her face void of any emotion whatsoever and eyes as cold as the Black Lake mid-winter. Nothing but static noise reached her ears as she focused on the pain of her self-inflicted wounds in order to dim the ever-growing anger.

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   No one dared to stop Alexandra once she exited the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, her blonde hair flowing behind her as she rushed down the steep staircase, her walk as determined as her strong wish to put as much distance as possible between herself and everyone else.

No matter where she went, the chatter that surrounded her didn't truly reach her ears, for all she heard were the pleas of the now deceased spider repeating on a loop, the figures of her fellow students blurring with one another forming what one could only describe as long black streaks.

Alexandra did not know where her legs were carrying her, and before she could even realise it, she found herself in a part of the Castle seldom visited by anyone but a few courageous Ravenclaws. Helena Ravenclaw was known to brood in the small corridor Alexandra Grindelwald stood in, the ghost of her House now absent, for she was probably visiting one of the many classes like she often did.

Suddenly, not even the cold air seemed to be enough for Alexandra, for the teen started to struggle to breathe, steps faltering as she neared a small alcove. Her body fell limp against the stone which felt as cold as Alexandra's skin.

The haunting melody created by the howling wind that pricked at the blonde's skin only reminded Alexandra of the incessant pleas of the innocent spider, words only she could hear, tortured screams that still echoed in her mind.

Away from prying eyes, Alexandra slowly brought her legs to her chest, back against the stone cold bricks. The young Grindelwald teen felt as if she was suffocating, her chest rising and falling erratically as her face bared the very same emotionless expression that had yet to disappear.

A sudden surge of anger caused Alexandra to tug at her tie in a vain effort to yank it away from her neck. Her breathing was now as erratic as her own heartbeat; the teen did not care about the harshness of her movements, nor about the pain the constant tugging had caused to spring on the back of her own neck.

After what felt like forever, the teen found herself holding the striped piece of fabric that bared the colors of her House, staring at the tie as if it was something completely foreign to her.

A pointless accessory laid in her hands, however, all the teen could picture was the body of the spider whose voice she had heard all too clearly. A lone stray tear betrayed her as she closed her fist around the tie, eyes soon trailing towards the ceiling, a shaky sigh escaping her chapped lips.

The same thought raced through her mind; she could have done something to stop Professor Moody, yet she hadn't - she'd simply stood by as an innocent life was taken.

Part of Alexandra screamed that she couldn't have done anything, for the repercussions of her actions would have been far too great. However, another part of her couldn't help but yell that consequences be damned when it came to saving a life; after all, what better reason to risk it all if not to save a living being?

Alexandra couldn't help but question if she was truly different from Gellert Grindelwald, her crazed grandfather who stood by as those who followed him tortured and killed innocent people. Did Gellert hear his victims' cries just like Alexandra had heard the spider's?

Noticing that the sun had already begun to set, Alexandra quickly composed herself by fixing her attire before running her hands across her face.

"Get it together Alexandra." The blonde teen muttered to herself as she left the comforts of the hidden alcove.

The corridors of the Castle were uncharacteristically deserted; where one would usually see clusters of students talking amongst each other, now there was nothing but silence as the lit torches provided the only light one needed to see where they were going.

Alexandra assumed people were getting ready for dinner, for the announcement of the Triwizard Champions was to take place right after the banquet, yet she couldn't be more wrong.

Soon enough, the young witch found herself halting in her steps, the sound of teasing laughter mixed with taunting words causing Alexandra to grit her teeth.

"Are you lost, little mudblood?" Someone singsonged, causing their companions to burst into laughter.

"I was just - I was just trying to get - get to the Great Hall." A wizard no older than twelve stuttered, his back pressed against the stone wall, arms hugging his scrawny frame.

The group of bullies burst into laughter as their leader kept making fun of the boy's speech pattern, slowly closing the distance between himself and the terrified younger student.

Alexandra refused to be a bystander. The blonde witch neared the group that was still unaware of her presence, for the boys' attention was focused on the squirming kid before them.

"Rosier," Alexandra spoke up, causing Septimus Rosier and his cronies to finally acknowledge her presence. "Ever wondered what does the fact that you always pick on others say about you?" Alexandra's tone was nothing but cold, her face bearing no sign of any emotion as she cocked her head sideways while crossing her arms.

One could have mistaken Alexandra's distant attitude for lack of interest, yet it was far from the truth.

While many would have given in to anger, Alexandra Grindelwald did not, for the anger she harbored was something that had always frightened her. The young witch was afraid to lose control and bring harm to others in the process. In order to keep herself in check, Alexandra had developed the habit of clenching her fists as tight as possible, causing the pain of said action to become a distraction from her thundering emotions.

In her fourteen years of life, Alexandra Grindelwald had never lashed out; ever since she could remember, the mere thought of doing so caused her to fear to end up like her grandfather, something that chilled her to the bone, for Gellert himself was famous for his temper.

However, just because Alexandra did not act like many would have done in her stead, it didn't mean that her anger went unnoticed; her expression and posture might have been stoic, but her tone of voice was enough to let one know how she truly felt.

"Came to save the day, Grindelwald? Tell me, have you lost it like your grandfather yet?" Septimus Rosier taunted, parting from his cronies only to stop a few feet in front of Alexandra herself.

Septimus Rosier, son of Evan Rosier, an infamous Death Eater who'd been imprisoned a week after the fall of You-Know-Who, was someone who revelled in others' misery.

The tall, dirty blonde haired boy, had once been best friends with Draco Malfoy, only to ditch the silver-haired Slytherin by the end of their second year. Rosier had always considered himself superior to the Malfoy boy, therefore it didn't come as a surprise that, in a matter of days, he'd managed to put together his very own group of cronies who followed him around like a bunch of sheeps.

The wizard was the epitome of all Alexandra despised; a bully with no remorse whatsoever, someone who clung to his pure-blood status and believed to be superior to others because of it, especially those he didn't deem worthy enough for they were born from muggle parents.

A dry chuckle left Alexandra's lips, yet her eyes lacked any amusement whatsoever. "That's rich, coming from someone who's following daddy's footsteps."

The Grindelwald teen's words must have struck a chord, for while Rosier's friends stilled the moment the witch stopped speaking, Alexandra noticed Septimus' hands curling around his pocketed wand.

"You don't get to talk to me like that, you freak." Rosier seethed.

The Slytherin's words caused Alexandra to narrow her eyes, yet, before she could do something she would have regretted, a stranger's hand curled around her wrist, stopping the blonde witch from grabbing her own wand.

"He's not worth it." Ginny Weasley spoke loud enough for all those present to hear her. "Don't you all have something better to do?"

A scoff left Rosier's lips, his eyes holding nothing but hatred as he met Alexandra's unwavering stare for the last time before bellowing to his cronies to follow him.

"Th - Thank you." The young scrawny boy, who'd been the victim of Rosier's bullying, muttered before rushing in the opposite direction of the Slytherin's students.

As soon as the two witches were left alone, Alexandra sat on a nearby stone bench, fluttering her eyes closed while attempting to calm herself. She was well aware that Ginny had taken a seat beside her, the noise caused by the shuffling of her feet a clear indicator of her presence.

Many found the friendship between the Grindelwald twins and the Weasley kids rather odd, for it was known that the Weasley had never been overly fond of families with a dark past.

The bond between families had been established during the First Wizarding War; what started as an uneasy alliance later became a friendship that would have outlasted many others.

Alexandra herself shared a special connection with the Weasleys, for it was a tradition for the Grindelwalds to spend their holidays and join the red-heads family on their outings.

It was no secret that Ginny Weasley had always considered Alexandra Grindelwald like a sister, someone the young witch often went to when in need of counsel. The red-haired teen knew the blonde witch better than many; this was the reason why Alexandra was far from shocked that it had been Ginny who'd stopped her from doing something utterly foolish.

"Thank you." Alexandra finally breathed out.

Ginny's lips tugged upwards, her hands resting on top of the older witch's as she simply hummed. "You weren't the only one who wanted to hex that idiot."

"Thank Merlin this day is almost over."

"Aren't you excited to find out who the Triwizard champions are going to be?" Ginny asked.

"What I am actually excited about is dinner!" Alexandra exclaimed as she stood up followed by Ginny, the two falling into a quick paced walk. "I could eat a bloody hippogriff."

"You've spent far too much time with Ron." Ginny snickered, only to raise her hands in surrender when Alexandra glared at her in a playful manner. "Just saying."

Alexandra shook her head, a small grin illuminating her features as she started walking faster, causing Ginny to fall behind. "Bye, Ginny!" The older witch called out, waving her hand in the air.

"Hey! Wait for me!" Alexandra could no longer contain her laughter, the melodic sound echoing throughout the corridor as the younger witch sprinted in order to catch up with her.

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   That evening, the Great Hall was a sight for sore eyes; tables had been re-arranged and students from different schools chatted amongst one another as they waited for the beginning of the champions' Selection.

Somehow, for reasons to her unknown, Alexandra had managed to find herself in between a rather poised and stuck up student from Beauxbatons and a visibly annoyed Freya.

While Alexandra could barely understand a word of French, the dark-skinned girl was fairly fluent in said language and, by the looks of things, whatever the Beauxbatons' students had spent their dinner talking about had managed to rub Freya the wrong way.

"Bunch of entitled, stuck up, annoying -"

"Well, that's a good way to make friends." Alexandra sniggered.

"Oi, I don't see you shaking hands and starting conversations either." Freya was quick to retort while throwing a disapproving glance at a group of sniggering Beauxbatons girls. "Dressed like trolls - have they looked at themselves in the m -"

Freya's outburst was interrupted by Dumbledore's authoritative voice. "Sit down, please." The chatter died down almost immediately as each student redirected their attention towards the wise Headmaster. "Now the moment you've all been waiting for; the Champions Selection!"

With one swift hand movement, Dumbledore slowly dimmed all lit torches in the room, causing the Goblet of Fire to become the main source of light as its flames danced wildly, casting a blue hue upon a vast portion of the Great Hall.

The excitement was palpable, and Alexandra would have lied if she was to say that her own heart didn't start beating faster as she eyed the ancient stone goblet that sat in the middle of the room.

Alexandra's gaze remained trained on Dumbledore as the wizard neared the fiery goblet, right hand raised as if he was about to summon the first piece of parchment himself. It was a rather entrancing thing to see, for the closer the Headmaster got, the higher the flames became.

It all happened rather quickly; blue flames turned a deep shade of pink as a piece of parchment soon materialised itself and flew into the hands of the Hogwarts' Headmaster.

It was a sight for sore eyes indeed, yet Alexandra couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Confusion washed over her previously entranced features, for she did not know where those ominous thoughts come from, nor how they came to be, yet she knew better than to fight her gut feeling.

"The Durmstrang champion is Victor Krum!" Dumbledore bellowed.

The Great Hall soon erupted in cheers; many were clapping their hands, yet it was the Dumstrang's students screams of joy that soon filled the big room.

Less than a few seconds later, another piece of parchment fell into Dumbledore's hands. "The champion for Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour!"

Alexandra almost burst into laughter upon noticing Freya's actions; as soon as the French students started letting out squeals of joy, her best friend lowered her head, letting her forehead come roughly into contact with the wooden surface of the table.

"Make them stop squealing like sea-creatures in heat." Freya muttered, only to receive a snort on behalf of Alexandra.

As yet another piece of parchment left the Goblet of Fire, everyone stilled in their movements; the air was thick with anticipation, for the Hogwarts' champion was to be announced.

"The Hogwarts' champion, Cedric Diggory!"

Cheers grew louder and even Alexandra stood up, clapping harder than before in support of one of Aron's closest friends.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore's booming voice soon put an end to the cheers. "We now have our three champions. But in the end, only one will go down in history, only one will hoist this chalice of Champions, this vessel of victory, the Triwizard Cup!"

There were many things Alexandra couldn't explain, and the dread that filled her body in that very moment was one of them.

As everyone turned to stare at the Triwizard Cup, the blonde's gaze remained trained onto the glowing goblet. It felt as if the flames themselves were warning Alexandra that something was about to happen, something no one could have seen coming.

The blue flames suddenly grew taller, causing Alexandra to kneel on top of the wooden bench as her heartbeat grew faster by the second.

As the blue flames shifted colour once more, the dark pink hue became almost blinding to the eyes. Many shifted in their seats - even Freya scooted closer to Alexandra's body, her hand reaching for the blonde's who could now barely blink.

Alexandra, however, did not move. There was something, an odd kind of connection the blonde felt with the flames before her; it was as if she was staring in the eyes of an old friend.

It was safe to say no one had expected yet another piece of parchment to be produced by the goblet, yet Albus Dumbledore was quick to grasp it as the tension within the Great Hall grew even thicker than before.

"Harry Potter?!" Dumbledore statement sounded more like a question, one that caused many to gasp and others to start whispering to one another, clearly outraged about the turn of events.

Alexandra did nothing of sorts.

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore bellowed, causing many to freeze due to the wizard's harsh tone.

Alexandra's eyes followed Harry's slow movements, taking in his shaking hands as he accepted the piece of parchment handed to him by Dumbledore himself.

While people around her started whispering and accusing Harry of being a cheater, Alexandra turned her head to her best friend who was already staring at her, disbelief written all over her face.

"Something's wrong, Freya. I don't know what, but something's wrong." Alexandra whispered loud enough for her friend to hear, eyes wide in fear, for now she knew the reason behind the dreadful feeling that had blossomed within her.

"You can't possibly believe -"

"No." Alexandra quickly cut off Freya's sentence, feeling slightly relieved due to the fact that she wasn't the only one who thought Harry to be innocent of all the accusations being thrown his way. "I'd bet my life he wasn't behind this, but this only makes it worse. Something is wrong with all of this." Alexandra concluded, eyes trailing over the large stone goblet in the middle of the room.

'This year is going to mark the beginning of it all.'

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

i am sorry it took me a while to update, but, unfortunately, i had grown rather insecure when it comes to my writing because of certain comments left on this story. i started doubting myself so much i needed someone like luckyvirgo and The_Avengers_Devil to kick me in the behind and promise me my story wasn't utter shïte.

more mysteries in this chapter! also, my poor baby alexandra. i am putting her through so much. *cackles because this is nothing compared to what's to come*

random questions;

what would you like to be? be precise.

do you think we're gonna see alexandra join the dark side (even if just for a little while)?

also - if you'd like to create any graphic for this story, feel free to send me your masterpieces via pm! i'll create a chapter dedicated to them and credit you -duh!

any kind of constructive feedback is always welcome! let me know if you like the chapter; leave a comment, vote, share, all the shebang!