1 Prolog

A voice screamed, "Adaline King, you've been charged with the crime of performing magic." You know it's against the rules; you will be the example the people need to help them realize that I'm not joking. It was that blooding sucking demon, Charles. I won't give him the satisfaction of killing me so easily.

I looked around; no one was going to help me. I have to save myself somehow. Channeling my inner power, I ran into the woods. The woods belong to us, making it difficult for them to enter, but he will still find a way, and I have to buy time to get my message to Ema.

I made a circle binding it with the 4 elements and began my ritual, "I call Theia goddess of light to shine a bright path on my message till it gets to the blood of my blood."

On completing my ritual, I ran through the woods till they caught up to me. I knew my time was here and nothing I could do, so I waited for them. His blood-red eyes were darker than usual, "good he was pissed."

You won't get away with this Charles; she will come for you and your entire hound. No one will save you, and I will be on the other side, celebrating as you face the wrath of my ancestors.

Shut up, he bellowed. You have wasted enough of my time, so there is no need for formalities. He turned to his hounds and yelled, is she guilty or not. They screamed back, guilty, guilty, guilty. Before I could say anything, I felt a sharp pain in my heart—the bastard was so fast I did not see the stick until it was buried in my heart.

Coughing out Blood as I lay on the forest ground whispering my last words, hoping it gets to my sister. "Blood of my blood hears my call."