Prologue

Long ago...

     When the moon used to kiss the ocean at dawn. And the life of people were ruled by Kings and Queens the supernatural were known to exist.

Live.

Breath.

     Some quivered at the thought of beings more powerful then them. Others envied at their beauty and power. 

   Some were more respected and honored than others. Like any other time, descrimination had always been part of many lives. The truth be told. 

     When the dear Princess of the Humans,  Amethyst, turned sixteen the King threw a huge ball filled with everything from sweets to elegant drapes as curtains.  All Kings and Queens were invited to attend the huge celebration no matter of age,  race,  or gender. 

When the night finally came the princess adorned in her precious jewels and all things fancy made her great entrance. Everyone awed in her beauty, but one stood out the most by falling upon a curse.

The Dark King. 

     That night the Vampiree King danced with her. The Princesses world illumintated. Sparks and fireworks appeared all around making her face follow the shine and glow.  

     She had also fallen in the twist and turns of the curse. 

     After that night months past. The Princesse and King still met in secret. 

     "Lets run away," were the words that escaped his lips. The lips she longed for since the night they danced. She agreed. After that the night came.

     When the moon was at its tallest peak she did what had been planned and dissapeared. If only she would have known that she wasn't going to find a happily ever after but a death bed instead.

     The Vampire King had fallen in the curse called love but he had fallen in love with the princesses blood.

     The King of The Humans found out that his sweet daughter had ran away. And now layed dead in the hands of a vampire. His anger rose to rage.

     War was decleared against the vampires.

     Even though he was the one to start the war The King knew that he wouldn't be able to win against such creatures of the dark.

    
     Well at least not alone that was.

     That was the moment that The King asked for help of the Lead Alpha, King of the Werewolfs, King Arthur.

     As every myth and legend goes Werewolves and Vampires don't get along well or at all. That is how it is in the real world too. That influenced the grande council and The Alphas decesion. 

     "Soon after joining the war the Vampire King was taken over, meaning they had lost. A lot of wolves lost their lives but one thing was for sure they died with honor. We earned the respect of not only The King but all his people too. Sadly a million years later they don't rememeber us or believe we exist at all."

     My moms voice was quiet and soft, yet it sounded so far. At a distance due to the sleep pulling me away. The weight that had been beside me dissapeared but the sound of foot steps changed my direction of sense as I could imagine them hiding to the door and afterwards it closing.

Dreams started playing on the black screen of my lids as I dozed off late in the night. 

Ten years later...

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