• The Beginning

    On June 12, 1998 a young girl was born. She was born with only a mother, no father. Unknown to her was the power she carried.
    Her green eyes held secrets of her bloodline. Which gave them a shocking darkness. Her mother named her Syria, for her eyes, which seemed to take her to a lush green land every time she looked into them.
    Syria’s life started simple, her mother loved her. She led a normal life in the start. He mother settled in New York where she and Syria lived for 4 years. They started a church life that was another good thing to add to the list for Syria. But at the age of 5 Syria’s life took a major change when her mother met a man by the name of Dave. Her mother changed and became very angry at Syria. She started abusing Syria. But by then Syria was a strong follower in the faith, she thought she was going through nothing but a rough patch in her life. She slowly started to loose her faith as the abuse continued. But she never completely strayed; she kept strong enough to know that she was loved.
    But on the day of her 15th birthday things got even worse…

















    Chapter 1: The Slumber: Syria

    A loud knock at my bedroom door stirs me awake. I look to the clock on my nightstand just a few feet away. 3:30 am. What could my mom possibly want now?
    “Syria! Get your butt out here now!” my mother screams.
    “I’m coming mom just hold on!”
    I get up, still half asleep, and walk to my door turning the knob to unlock it, not expecting anything but some harsh words just like always. My mother crashes in, she has a knife clutched tightly in her hand and she has a murderous look on her face.
    “You little slut! You slept with him didn’t you?”
    “Mom what are you doing! I never slept with anyone!”
    “Oh you damn know well who I am talking about. Steve left me because of you! You slept with him and he got into younger woman all because of you!” She swings her arm foreword. Plunging the knife deeply into my chest.
    I gasp, “Mom, wha-what have you done…” I manage to rasp out.
    My mother yanks out the knife, causing the wound to pour out blood. I collapse to the ground. My mother walks out of my room and out of everything I know.
    I lay there the life slowly draining out of my body. I attempt to get up so I can try to get help. But I fail and slip in my own pool of blood. Why? What did I ever do to you God to deserve such a horrible death? My face presses up against my sticky hardwood floor as my vision looses its focus. I guess this is it.
    “Syria, come on your mom will never know.” Steve’s rasping voice echoes through my head.
    He brushes up against me.
    “No you creep I would never sleep with you.” I spat as I pushed him away from me. “Leave me alone! I want nothing to do with you.”
    “Fine, I’ll leave your mother then. She will just end up blaming you for it anyways, just like always.” He mocks.
    “I don’t care! If it means that I don’t have to sleep with a monster like you then I can live with it. I don’t know why she won’t leave you. All you ever do is drink and smack her around.”
    He turns and smacks me across my face with the back of his hand. “It’s because she doesn’t know any better. Plus she thinks I love her.” He laughs. “I don’t know where the hell she got that idea from.”
    I want to gag. My mother is a lot of things but not even she deserves a demon like him. God just get him out of both of our lives please, I plead. All I want for my mother is a nice caring man. Maybe, just maybe then she will treat me like a mother should. Maybe then she will love me…
    How is it that the very prayer that I thought would possibly save my relationship with my mother destroyed every thing? There must be something wrong with me for this to be my ending. Or maybe all these years I was wrong, maybe there is no God at all. Did I have false hope and love for someone that never even existed?
    Jet-black feathers are falling around me. What’s happening? Voices echo about me but they seem so distant. I’ve lost too much blood to even completely concentrate on their voices.
    “Are we to late?” A male voice asks.
    “No I don’t think so. She’s lost a lot of blood but if we convert her now she should make it.” This voice was younger maybe 15 or 16 like me but still male, it sounded so familiar…
    I could feel my body being lifted up but it was so numb it was like a cocoon covered me.
    “Set her on the bed. It should be easier there.”
    My body flopped back on the bed that seconds ago seems so protective and safe. A hand brushes the hair from my neck.
    “I am sorry. This is going to hurt a little.” The familiar voice whispers into my ear.
    …What’s going to hurt?
    Two sharp points enter the flesh of my neck and I scream. I arch my back and try to pull away with what strength I have left. A pair of arms pin me down, restraining me from making any more movements. It feels like fire is coursing through my veins. What’s happening to me?
    “Kallen that’s enough. If you don’t release her now she could die from the venom.”…Kallen? Where did I know that name?
    The points release their grip on my throat and I moan. A pair of lips brush across the area where the points punctured my neck, gentle and almost caring.
    “I’m sorry about that, I had to save you. I couldn’t just stand by and watch you die.”
    My chest is heaving up and down. I can’t seem to breath. What the heck is this guy? What did he do to me?
    I don’t have enough energy to even open my eyes to see the people who did this to me. My body feels 30 times heavier as I begin to fade into a slumber. Will I ever wake up if I fall asleep now? Will I ever feel the warmth of the sun as it kisses me awake? But that name…what was it?

    Kallen…