Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

I write this from the other side's Astana. Not knowing what I was for so long had traumatized me. I knew the bastards Arthur and Johnathan that my mother's long time killer had sired. They too were not ordinary mortals. I saw my Aunt Thei and Sindari; Thei had a Halfling son named Soren. He is the one who found me. My father's name is Luthais tr'Awnhi. My mum's plight touched his heart and he used his abilities; but the Cherra prince did the stupidest thing, he fell in love. His abilities made him seem a dream. When he felt that I was a girl; he made arrangements for me to be here. It didn't occur to them that I needed this realm or an in between. 

My birth nearly killed my mother early and myself. The fact that Anne Boleyn had failed Henry a second time; she became desperate. Luthais revealed himself and me. The infamous “B" that is shown in pictures is but one of three she owned. I got to meet my big sister Elizabeth (I called her Lizzie in private). My father while loving the English queen studied his stars as the woman he loved was destroyed by Cromwell, Henry, and many of her own clan.

I had a frown on my overly full lips. I scratched out a portion I had written and continued. I typically wore my mahogany brown hair up braids to keep it off my long neck. I had a heart shaped face and the modern otherside; constantly stated that I looked like a Gomez. If that was good, GREAT...all I cared about was in New Orleans.

The Kveldulf (Shadow Hounds) were serving against my grandfather; with his demented older sister. His hatred of her sick ways was justified in my mind as was the revenge I served up to my Boleyn relations and their sickness. 

My father found caring for me and hunting stars were incompatible. I was left with human friends of his until I struck out on my own to capture; make Thomas Boleyn piss his pants in fear. He also let them kill his only son. I had lived with Luthais for five cycles on the other side, then I never saw him again. I had many "powers" I didn't understand,

When Lizzie was still a young queen and not secure; I worked with Walsingham to protect her. She knew I was not fully human; we were both thrilled that we were siblings and she was Lizzie and I  was just Adel. When Lizzie died; I wish I had too. I had nothing I thought.

One day during the French Revolution; I had been spotted; so to speak, by my cousin Soren, who was a Halfling Shouten too. The warmth of family flooded me as I remember my human guardians. She would wrap me so tight and hold me at their estate's boat launch. She told me my real Mama was good but there was great evils in the world; the Boleyns had some of that evil. Whenever I asked what; she shook her head and said there were real monsters. She had told me my mother was good but in our genetics as we say now; there were beasts. She had a beautiful face but on her left side; it looked like a wolf or other big predator got her. She never told me until I found out later; she was a true uppyr. A lilitu; at that point there were only a handful left.
The coporeal blood drinkers called us gas bags.  Some Cherra/Shouten called mortals; cattle or meat suits. Thankful, that was not my grandfather's thoughts. My grandfather had a brother he had raised like a son; he too is a Halfling but a whole other class. His father he shared with my grandfather; Maec but this great uncle's mother had been Haldora Fardahl. She was an empusae queen of integrity and power; she was by the technical definition a succubus. The empusae were and are as dangerous as hell to us and my Great Uncle Admal was half! He loved being a blood drinker and killers were his favorite meal. I was shaken out of my thoughts by Soren.

"Come on Adelaide; Grandfather has asked us mixed Shouten to him.” Soren stated as we walked out of the family apartments in the palace. 

My cousin was tall, lean, so pail his blue veins showed. So did mine but we both shared grey eyes that turned silver. Funniest thing was; Soren wore little scholarly glasses. He was the clan historian and his hair was the tr’Awnhi black.  We both bowed low before grandfather.

"It seems another of my sons has had a child. Anjul was killed for impersonating the Jing heir. I refuse to allow my family and clan members to be fodder. With the Ramanga  threat, Kveldulf bastards, and Sanra wreaking havoc, I am needed here. All I know is Japan."

I looked at my king and grandfather. Soren and I took hands and bowed.

"Consider it done my lord.” I said with excitement.

Soren nodded and we phased to a wooded area in modern Kyoto.

"I don't like being amongst them." He muttered.

"Well we get it done and get out." I muttered back 

It happened too fast (such a cliche, right)?

"So good of my lunch to show up." It squawked.
~~~~~~~~~~TBC~~~~~~~~~~~~~


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