15 Chapter 14:

1000+ years Ago

Nyx's POV:

"This is my daughter Noxana, she's a bit shy," Not shy, mama had meant sensitive.

My powers were growing fast but these people... all around me... it made everything feel suffocating. So I hid behind my mother.

But... curiosity didn't stop me from looking at the other two girls standing beside their parents. This was a formal meeting, which meant that the entire family was supposed to be present. If someone was missing, it'd be considered disrespectful. Earlier today Mama had told me about the ones I'd be meeting.

A beautiful woman with fair skin and pale silky blonde hair gave a warm smile but those blue eyes of hers were as cold as ice. She was dressed in a dark red dress of silk that fell past what could be long legs. The energy flowing through her was extremely powerful... no, wait. It's something else.

Looking just beside the old witch called Aenwyn Rogue, who was representing the entire species of witches, my eyes met with her daughter. She looked just about my age, maybe a little older by a moon or two. It was her. There was so much magic flowing inside of that small body that I would be worried about angering the little girl.

This girl was so cute with her long curls of dirty blonde hair and green-blue eyes that seemed so enchanting as the colors moved around in her eyes. It was weird but extremely pretty as well. She wore a silk dress that matched her mother's but wore a long fluffy-looking jacket to cover everything.

Later in life, I'll know her as Ivanna Rogue. A powerful witch whose reputation causes many to either be afraid or hate her.

"It's nice to meet you guys... again," Aenwyn spoke, looking at mama before those cold eyes turned to a quiet woman. I couldn't help but look at her in awe, her elegance perhaps even greater than my mother's. Though my loyalty wouldn't allow me to ever say that out loud. Mama would always be the most beautiful.

This woman was taller than both Aenwyn and mama with soft-looking sun-kissed brown skin that was being proudly shown off in a royal purple colored fabric that at the time, I'd thought was a skirt. It was all armor, covered with demon magic that protected the wearer from many of the world's most dangerous weapons. As I'd been told growing up. Behind the woman were two large black leather wings that slowly folded behind her back before disappearing.

Meridoria Glysixis.

A demon, a princess at that. The thought of meeting a princess had excited me. With the long blood-red sword against her hip as well as a long spiked black whip, she looked like a warrior ready for battle.

Right next to the royal stood her daughter who was older than both Ivy and I, at least that's how she looked with that thick ponytail of shiny dark brown hair and serious expression. A heavy feeling hung around the girl as though the world was on her shoulder. Most children have a light in their eyes that shows their innocence and youth... but the young demon seemed to have been deprived of it.

Our Vivian had been forced to grow up at such a young age.

Those cold silver eyes of hers held a strong wall, just the way her hip popped out to the side showed the irritated mood she was in. Her outfit was a simple purple dress beneath the black armor on top and black swords on her waist.

Tonight was the night that demons, witches, and demons come together to finish the creation of a treaty between both species. Mama would be overseeing everything and finalizing it all.

As is the job of a high priestess seer.

"Girls, go and play in the field," Mama ordered us and while I obediently walked toward the field of grass and flowers, the other two hesitated. I could feel it behind me, the cautious energy coming off of them.

"If you guys don't hurry, you'll miss seeing the Gryphons passing through the skies," The words easily fell out of my mouth, knowing that the sight of such majestic beasts would excite them. For a second there was no response but the sound of feet following after me had seemed to awaken something within me.

It felt natural to allow my soul to reach out, gently touching their spirits and connecting the three of us by simple strands.

The strings of fate.

From this day forward, the bong between us would only ever get stronger.

And we would need it... or survival wouldn't be an option for anyone.