• CHAPTER 1:


    I'm walking down the hall, my pure white hair flowing down my back, my pale silver eyes watching everyone who dares to stare at me. I'm wearing a basic, simple, soft white dress, affited to my soft curves. My pale, soft, cool porceline textured skin slightly shining in the flourecent lighting. My name is Venus. I walk to my pale, dented and scratched green locker. I dial my combination, opening it without struggle like the normal kids. But, I'm not normal, or average. I'm a Reaper. A top female reaper, the only female in existence to be a reaper, that the abnormal realm knows of. My mother IS Persephone, but, I do not know my father. I pull my hair up into a pony taile, and i look at the small, three headed black dragon keychain i have on my wrist. But that isn't just a Key chain toy. It's my dragon, Yaksha. Yes, he has three heads. Yes, he's not ordinary, but neither am I. We're both 2,000 years old. I got him when i was only 5, 13 years before i stopped aging. Yaksha, on the other hand, stops aging after 5,000 years. He's helped me with many a Slaying. But, back to the story. I turn around, to see a dark haired male with deep blue eyes looking at me. A quarter back, none the less. I smile, my snow white teethe catching him off guard. "Hi, My name is Keith, and, i saw that you got your locker open without having to beat a hole into it, and i was wondering..if..uh..you could..ya know.. help me get mine open?" He said, and i smile, speaking in a soft voice, a slight german accent hinting my tone."Sure, where is it?" i asked Keith. "he pointed accross the hall, and i shut my locker, and i walked over to his. "whats your combination? If i may ask. I won't break into your locker if your worrying about that." He smiled at me, and he shared the combination." 25- 34- 42" he spoke, and as he said it, i opened it without any hesitation, and a spicy scent filled my nost, looking down, i saw Axe, and clean gear. I smiled, and i asked" anything else you need help with?" I watched, as his deep blue eyes dropped to my lips. He again looked into my pale silver eyes, and he furrowed his brow."Can i ask you a question? I know, you might get these alot, but, why are your eyes that color? And your hair..it's...it's white..." he finished, and i continued to smile"well, i dont get those questions alot, and i don't really know, i guess i was just born that way." I turned aroud and walked away, and I called back to him,"Just ask me whenver you need help!" I could feel his eye bore into my back as i walked away, and then, i knew i found someone to trust.