Post by Dakota Hahepi Shane on May 29, 2009 19:14:30 GMT -5
Life was hard 6,282 years ago. The accident between a seventeen year old witch and a vampire was the news for two weeks among the wizarding world. The girl went missing, having seen blood-covered footsteps leading to the forest before disappearing.
When this girl disappeared, her life changed and time went in the blink of an eye. She was transformed into the most rarest species, and the last, the White Spirit. Before this, her life was lonely, a mist surrounding her. Now, she has a true destiny, a destiny to save people, a destiny as the vampiric creature. To keep her species up, she stayed in hiding for all those years.
One day, she found a prophecy from a seer in the late nineteenth century. She had said that the girl had a a future entwined with a boy destined to death from Lord Voldemort. How will this creature deal with it? Will she simply just let it fly, or will her love for the boy take over her other reasons of existence and will she protect him?
Join Dakota Shane and Cedric Diggory on their quest of love, fights, wars, and death in The Rare One.
In the words of Dakota Shane herself:
(first person)
My history goes back 6,282 years ago, when the accident happened. I was a young witch, starting an experiment with a vampire. I wanted to see how the vampire reacted to salt water when it's shoved down his throat. Apparently, I was completely wrong with my hypothesis. The vampire spat venom out, and the venom absorbed into my skin. My veins changed color while my arteries faded. My veins were sea blue, and my heart had stopped pumping. I passed out on the floor of my cave, breathing ever so slightly. When I awoke, four people were surrounding me. All of them were in this hyena-like form, and they wore a shocked and fearful expression. I looked down at my hands, they were a shimmering white light that lit up the cave.
I, nowadays, walk along as the White Spirit. I keep away the demons half the time because we're mortal enemies. But, no longer than a decade ago, I learned that I had a prophecy destined to a boy. What kept me to the British school of Wizardy and Witchcraft was that single prophecy, and my destiny.
Are you ready to join the clique?
When this girl disappeared, her life changed and time went in the blink of an eye. She was transformed into the most rarest species, and the last, the White Spirit. Before this, her life was lonely, a mist surrounding her. Now, she has a true destiny, a destiny to save people, a destiny as the vampiric creature. To keep her species up, she stayed in hiding for all those years.
One day, she found a prophecy from a seer in the late nineteenth century. She had said that the girl had a a future entwined with a boy destined to death from Lord Voldemort. How will this creature deal with it? Will she simply just let it fly, or will her love for the boy take over her other reasons of existence and will she protect him?
Join Dakota Shane and Cedric Diggory on their quest of love, fights, wars, and death in The Rare One.
In the words of Dakota Shane herself:
(first person)
My history goes back 6,282 years ago, when the accident happened. I was a young witch, starting an experiment with a vampire. I wanted to see how the vampire reacted to salt water when it's shoved down his throat. Apparently, I was completely wrong with my hypothesis. The vampire spat venom out, and the venom absorbed into my skin. My veins changed color while my arteries faded. My veins were sea blue, and my heart had stopped pumping. I passed out on the floor of my cave, breathing ever so slightly. When I awoke, four people were surrounding me. All of them were in this hyena-like form, and they wore a shocked and fearful expression. I looked down at my hands, they were a shimmering white light that lit up the cave.
I, nowadays, walk along as the White Spirit. I keep away the demons half the time because we're mortal enemies. But, no longer than a decade ago, I learned that I had a prophecy destined to a boy. What kept me to the British school of Wizardy and Witchcraft was that single prophecy, and my destiny.
Are you ready to join the clique?