Beginning

The starting of my story, the draw, the small glimpse into what is to come.

                June 23^rd

                In the small town of Melferd, Saskland, a small high school, only big enough for just over 1000 students, sat in the center of the town. Every business around circled the school itself. It was walking distance to the restaurants, the grocery store, and the three convenience stores that the small town comprised. Farther out was the two elementary schools, Broadwich for the town children, and Renaldo elementary for the out of town farm kids. There was a small ministry office where the policing immortal government officials worked and protected the town. A guardian building, and the only hospital.  Then police station next to the towns only bakery, who made the world famous “big foot”. A large six toed donuts with a sweet and thick chocolate glaze.

            As the town came to life, the sounds of cars starting in the brisk summer air, the dew from the earlier night’s rain dripping over each grass blade. The smell of the water lingering in the air, the fresh scent of warm firers roared as smoke billowed from chimneys. Car exhaust built as the streets filled with cars pulling from drive ways, onto the street and on their way to work. The small ticks from the lights turning from red to green, the crosswalk lights descending from 20. In the distance, a few honking noises, even the sound of farm equipment roaring to life.

            Over head the sky darkened, flashes of light sparked across the skies. Behind the dark shadow of clouds the multi-colored lights shone. The sleepy towns drivers looked up, cars collided, pedestrians staring into the sky witnessing the sparks of fire, the shots of lightning. Ice crystals fell from the sky, people jumping Out of the Way as large golf ball sized crystals fell. Unlike the normal hail the sleepy town was used to, these taken chunks out of the sidewalk, windows shattered. The car horns and alarms blared, the roads got congested with the small towns residents. People standing out their doors, car accidents lining the roads, even taking shelter under everything they could.

            The sky shone brighter and brighter, green auric colors shone, then blue, then reds and yellows followed. Outside the ministry building the workers stood hands over their mouths while others aura’s blazed to life. Magical immortals have an aura, a force of their magic, a colored energy that aided in them using their powers. A visual representation telling how powerful a person is, and could be. Mixtures of red, green, blue and yellow, even gray and white colors added into the mix. Their hands gesturing to the mortals gawking to the sky. As each color touched them, their eyes became heavy, slumping onto the ground, others falling face first into puddles. Other immortals continued behind lifting them out of the puddles, leaving them laying on others or the ground.

            The clouds separated, beast-like creatures flying, their pure colored aura’s blazing. Spells crashing into each other, loud explosions echoed through the air. Beasts fell from the sky, the colored yellow aura sped towards the ground, slamming into the street so hard the ground shook. Cement and ice crystals flew high into the air from the impact. As the debris and ice settled, another colored creature came crashing. Slamming into the convenience store, the two-foot-thick walls missing large chunks. The winged beast got back up, stretching its wings as the products on the shelf flew to the ground. His wing span was huge the entire length of the store, just as he flexed his feet left the ground. With a tiny motion of up then down, the tips touched the ground, and he launched. The glass doors shattering them, his huge wings taking out the support beams. As the winged creature flew out, two of the workers ran out of the building as the entire front roof of the store fell to the ground, missing them. The sheer quantity of water, glass and cement that blew up was astonishing, it was so thick you couldn’t see through it.

            As the winged creature launched into the air, the yellow aura blazed to life again, taking off like a shot, blasting into the sky towards the other creatures. The colors blazing in the sky attacked a large winged beast looking creature. Its tail looked to be the length of a commercial air craft, its wings dwarfed it, but its wings had what looked to be holes in them, rips and tares. It looked impossible for it to stay in the sky. Colors blazed still, launching themselves at the creature, spells after spells slamming into the creature but nothing faze it.

            Ministry chanted, standing with their hands pointed to the sky, a large dome shield formed, showing rainbow colors as it glistened from the bright lights of the sky. The battle raged for what was hours, neither side winning, neither side losing. And then with a huge gasp from the ministry, six colored lights shone bright, blinding them. Then nothing, they disappeared, leaving only the dragon creature swinging its tail, three dark masses fell from the sky. The ministry chanted louder, trying to hold back whatever was crashing to the ground towards them.

            As the first body hit the shield a loud crackling sound echoed through the town. The beast however continued to crash right through it, falling to the ground. It slammed into the pavement this time leaving a huge dent, but he didn’t get up again. His wings, she could never forget those pure white with green tipped wings. They wrapped around him, covering his head but she could see the cuts, the blood that continued to drip from his head. He looked to have terrible cuts and scrapes, his leg was in the wrong direction. But as she tried to get closer to help him, the other two fell from the sky. The other one with wings slammed into the ground close to the first. This ones wings had holes in them, his body was head to claws in fur, or hair she couldn’t tell. As she took as step closer, his face lifted from the ground. Showing its long fangs, his nose was not human, his whole body was that of a giant bat, with what looked like human legs, still furry and dark. Just as she bent, his mouth opened wider, letting out a loud roar, and then the third slammed into the ground, this was the weirdest out of the three. It was a giant wolf creature, its face was not as long as a regular wolf, its legs were the shape of a human but bent just as dogs. The back was huge and muscular, as the bat creature stopped roaring, the winged man and the wolf echoed the roar, animalistic and savage.

            From the distance there came a loud roaring, in echo of the three of them, in a response. She turned to see the winged man move, the wings loosened, turning him. His face showing to the sky, other ministers crowded around her and the other creatures. She looked into the winged mans face, it was not a normal human, the forehead was more dominant, with his long black colored hair pulled back tight. His eyes shone beneath his lids, a bright green color matching his wings, his mouth was protruding, his teeth were far to large for his mouth. The fangs showed through, his ears were elvish, long and pointed, but they could move by themselves similar to bats.

            This man intrigued her, she had lived for close six hundred years, and she had never seen these type of creatures. She had met Ancients, she had met other immortal creatures, even met a few gods, but these were something different. His body shook, little murmurs of words echoed from his mouth, they echoed from the other two. Their bodies shook, convulsing. The boys wing shrank, little sparks of fire engulfed them. Fur on the other two sparked to life, blue flames engulfing them, looking helplessly at them. The winged creatures eye opened wide, blazing green and then fizzed out, turning to mortal eyes. His eyes, the color of emerald green, the ripples, tides, and ridges in his eyes were ruby red, glistening behind the flames. As the flames engulfed them, each let out one last monstrous roar, as each died out, as did the flames leaving behind infant babies. Small pink human looking babies, their eyes still resembling that of their older counterparts, but these children were quiet, and sleeping. There was no sign of the earlier creatures in these children except for their eyes. She hurried closer sliding her hands under the child, lifting him into her arms. Her aura flickered to life, stronger than it had ever been to her. The aura wrapping itself around the now cuddling infant. Everyone around her stared as if they noticed something she hadn’t.

            Yasminnia’s aura changed from her usual white and yellow coloring to a rainbow of red, green, white and yellow. Shining with power, she loosened her grip on the infant scared by what happened. Her co-worker and best friend picked up the other little boy, she, a vampire whose husband was the king of the vampire immortal creatures. Knowing this poor child could have the best upbringing considering he was a giant bat/vampire hybrid.

            As she turned to see the little wolf girl, a young man had picked her up off the ground. And at that instant both their auras came alive, Deon’s usual gray white aura turned bright purple, with spirals of black and white circling her. The man looked shocked and scared had a sparkling black aura with a few streaks of purple stretching across it. Deon and the woman’s mouth fell open as they saw the pure intensity of the aura. In their joint years they had never seen that aura. But before either of them could say a word, the man took off still holding the child tight to his body. As he disappeared into the distance, his aura winked out just as theirs did. The smell of magic was ripe in the air while the ministry continued to clean up after the devastation that happened.

            Taking the children home they knew they couldn’t keep them, but knew these children were special. It had been a long morning for her, but the ministry sent them home to await the decision on the children.

            Walking in the door, cradling the small infant her husband took notice right away.

            “You, how? Was that one creature?” George asked with a look of confusion and horror. Stepping back from where his wife stood, he wanted nothing to do with this creature. Why did she bring something so dangerous into his house? This was asking for trouble. A million thoughts raced through his mind, what his parents will think, this horror in his house, how was he going to explain this to people?

Taking a deep breath he stepped towards his wife again, this time placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Yass, why did you bring that creature here with you? Is it safe?” George asked again this time, making more sense, trying to still support his wife.

“George, I don’t know. I know is ever since he fell from the sky I felt I had to help him. You should have seen it George, this must have meant to happened, his aura changed mine. Here hold him, let me show you.” She said excited while passing the infant boy to her husband.

As his hands touched the child, his aura blazed. Burning his bright red and orange with a mixture of green and blue flames licking around it as if it was a shield for his natural aura.

“See!” she shrieked with excitement, the same thing that happened to her was now happening to her husband. Taking the little boy back, her husband looked shocked as his now over powered aura winked out of existence again.

“In my six hundred years, I have never seen or felt that power. What is he?” asking as if his wife knew the answers, knowing she had none, but the question still formed in his mouth.

“Oh, George we cannot let the ministry take him away, he belongs with us.” She added with tears welling up in her eyes, “We have to do something.” She finished nudging the child under his chin.

“Okay, well first he will need a room, I will get started on that, and you find out from our contacts who we can get on our side. We will have to show the ministry we can do this.” He said seeing the tears, he had always known she wanted children, but something was wrong, they couldn’t. This was her chance to him, and no matter the dangers, or the worry, he had to make this happen for her. He loved her from the moment they met, those many years ago, across the tavern, she put up with advances from the other patrons. It was a complete accident he walked into that tavern, but from that moment on he had never forgotten her, thinking of her every day.

Across town, Deon snuck the other boy into her house. Her husband Royland would not be home for days dealing with matters in the other realms.

Was this reversion to infants temporary until their powers returned or was it permanent she wondered? But to her horror as she walked into the kitchen there stood her husband passing around the sword they had just gained from the shadow realms.

“What are you doing home so early Roy?” she asked, turning her body as if to shield the child from her husband’s eyes. He had expressed multiple times he no longer wanted anymore children. The five they had were enough for him to protect the throne from being regicide. Granted this child was no threat to the throne, but now the tough part of convincing her husband of the child, that is the task.

“Give it here!” He commanded, slamming his hand on the table, stabbing the sword straight into the tiles beneath his chair. He knew she’d obey him, but something inside told him she might just keep the child.

“Roy, please the ministry will take him, but something inside told me to help him, just as Yasminnia helped the other child. Please don’t.” She pleaded, as if hoping he’d spare the life of this helpless child.

“Give it here, now!” he bellowed this time, shaking the house, his followers, stepping back in fear, cowering. He was worried she’d disobey and run, what he’d have to do if she disobeyed, he loved her for millennia, this was not the time to question him.

She stepped forward, setting the child in his arms, but before she let go she whispered in the fiercest voice, she could muster. The followers in the room strained to overhear her words. “Don’t you ever raise your voice and command me again. Or you will find out what it is to lose a kingdom.” Her aura roared to life as she laid the child in his arms.

He could sense the power rippling from her, it was far stronger than it ever had been. Just as her fingers released the child, Royland’s body shook with vibes as something ignited. True dead vampires had no aura, he was dead, but this was different, his body rippled, muscles more pronounced, larger, more solid than any rock or mineral in existence. His face grew soft, his beard and hair changed from its salt and pepper colors to his original vibrant red. His freckles came back, popping up over his face, covering the bridge of his nose. Deon looked on in astonishment, her eyes welling up with tears.

His face tingled inside his mouth, his usual fangs that made his mouth look over stuffed and caused a lisping sound vanished, they retracted into a normal mouth of teeth. Deon’s face went blank, the followers roared and snarled at his body coming to life, his blood pumped as it once had. He was alive again, but deep inside this scared him, the king of the dead, being alive turned him into a target with no way to protect himself. Being a vampire made immortal before that he was a simple mortal with no powers.

Before Deon could change her facial expression, one follower lunged at the king. Holding the child in one hand above his head, he gripped the vampire lunging at him by the head. He wrapped his round thick fingers around it crushing it to dust as if it was nothing. Two more lunged at him, Deon tried to jump in the way to stop them, Roy gripped her by the waist so fast even she did not see it. He slid her out of the way while laying the infant in her arms. He gripped the second vampire by the throat, clamping on it, the gurgling of his blood made him chock to death. As he finished the second vampire, the third tried to escape, but Roy roared and grabbed him by the shoulders, ripping into his neck. Roy’s fangs longer than they had ever been, grew so long they could protrude out the other side of the vampire.

His body was alive, but this was more power than he had ever saw or could even conceive. Turning to his wife, “George called and told me what happened, this was not what I was expecting. It’d be an honor to call this child our son, Yass and George have a plan to keep the children, and I think we need to support them.” He finished as he picked up his wife, spinning her in the surrounding air. He laid her back on the ground as she drifted to the floor he kissed her with such passion she had not since enjoyed before he was king. The fangs used to stop him from being able to kiss her, but now it was as if they were only a couple hundred years old again.

Her leg flicked up in surprise as the kiss finished, “Now set up a room for our son, I will speak with the other followers and heads of houses.” Slapping her on the butt as she giggled like a school girl and rushed off upstairs.

 

June 28^th the trial began for Yasminnia and Deon. Would they get to keep the children or not? The two ladies walked into the court room, each holding their prospective children,  hunching over them in protection. The ministry filed in through the chamber doors, lining on both left and right isles, while spectators filed in behind the ladies. Both their husbands sitting in the ministry isles, smiling at them.

“Good luck,” Deon whispered to Yass, reaching to hold her hand.

“They are our children, they cannot take them away now. After we have done, the power these children have, it’d be a waste to destroy them or test them.” Yass added smiling at her longtime friend. Remembering how they met those years ago.

The sun was setting, the tavern filled with men and miners, swarming around her wanting more than what the tavern offered. That night her beloved George was not around, the men crowded, sitting in the chairs, filling the stools at the bar, slamming their hands on the counter. The bar man could not keep up, and Yass knew if she didn’t get drinks in their hands, they’d find something thing else to occupy them. Running around the bar floor passing around drinks, she got grabbed a couple times, slapping their advances away but she couldn’t do it anymore. The bartender went to the chilled room to grab more alcohol, and once the door closed their eyes turned to her. Slammed back on top of the table, as her dress ripped, feeling the burning blade of the knife against her skin.

She closed her eyes for what was to come, there was nothing she could do to stop the attack. Taking them on with her powers would help, but they will fail with so many she’d exhaust or worse hurt herself more. Then she heard it, a gurgling noise coming from behind her head. Looking up she felt the blood drip to her face, seeing the man pinning her to the table had his throat slit wide open, blood spurting everywhere.

“My name is Deon, you look as if you could use help?” A tall slender woman asked sliding her hand out for Yass to take. Her skin was pail, her aura was a gray and white mixture swirling around her. Her eyes blood red, with small dribble of blood in the corner of her lips.

Fighting the urges to stare at the blood drip, Deon caught the look. Lifting her hand to her face and so wiping it away, she lifted Yass off the table, spinning her round. Yass heard and watched the dress rip around her legs.

“Better for fighting in, you ready to teach these pigs a lesson?” She continued with a smile.

Her English was rough and foreign as if it was something new and never spoken aloud. Not from around here Yass thought out loud. Standing tall against Deon, she looked around, a group of men had fled, but most had stayed as if wanting this challenge.

Since then they became the best of friends, spending time with each other over the years, even moving their husbands closer together as if to keep them close. Holding her hand again in front of the ministers she felt nothing touched her or this baby boy. It had been several days since the incident and clean up was easier that the ministry had thought, but she knew it was a matter of time. The boys had not transformed again, they acted as normal children, normal babies, human babies. They didn’t even have auras to protect themselves as other immortal children.

Pleading their case to the ministry, getting sympathy from their visitors and hearing testimony from mortals and immortals alike. Winning, but with conditions, and they were difficult ones to adjust into their lives.

1.      The two should not be together. Separation at once, should they ever be in contact we will remove them for aura removal, and mortality sentencing.

2.      They each will have a guardian responsible for them and their wellbeing, should the guardian senses they are unsafe or a risk to the mortals, deadly force will be used.

3.      On their seventeenth birthdays they are to be sent to The Academy where they will have continual monitoring.

And with that the ministry left the children in the care of Yass and Deon. Following through with the first condition, Yass packed up their house, and moved outside St. Albertos in Chilled water. While Deon stayed put and they, then could switch halfway through their lives.