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Long ago in a land time forgot a beautiful raven haired girl child was born... From the beginning it was obvious to all she was destined for greatness... The seventh child of and seventh child... She had a skill, a natural ability to change the forces of nature and was gifted with the grace of second sight... |
Word soon spread of her healing touch and use
of the craft and she drew the attention of a wondrous wizard whose
magick was not to be touched by mortal man... some claimed he was the
child of the Gods... some the son of the dark ones... But all agreed,
true magick flowed through his veins and it was this they feared...
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When he came for her, no one stood in his way... Her father bowed
to his greatness out of fear and respect, leading the young girl to her
new master... Looking at the comely child, the man touched her raven
hair which turned blood red, "You are my Vulturi Iden and it
is through you, life eternal shall be mine." |
The young girl shivered as she looked to the dark haired man... He was as handsome as a dark Egyptian prince and the girl's
veins soon ran hot with desire for him. She did all she could to please
him... She learned all he asked and soon she was as learned in the
ancient rites as he... She grew to be a young woman but still he did not
notice her... The years passed and she grew ripe and still he treated
her as one might a sister or dear friend... Her lust for him grew....
She grew bolder in her advances.... |
Then one
dark night he came to her... Under the shadowy veil of midnight he came to
her...His golden eyes alight with a strange fire as he led her to a great
stone alter... To Pyre's surprise there was a young babe of no more than
one winter waiting for them and she watched with unyielding anticipation
as her master slit its throat offering its untainted blood to her,
whispering in a honey laden tongue, "Repeat after me..." Gladly
she did... She was his, totally and completely.... They bathed in the
blood of the child as their bodies joined on the alter.... |
That night
she tasted darkness for the first time and it was her aphrodisiac.... She
clung to her lover... her master... He was all she desired and he was the
darkness itself... Each full moon they bathed in the blood of uncorrupted
youth...Innocent and pure... Their powers and their desire for one another grew.... Their lust crazed ways leading them to be careless.... The peasants that lived in the surrounding villages moved and they soon widened their realm of fear.... They grew bolder and stole the babe of the king of the Norsemen... Never once considering the ramifications of their frenzied act... never once considering what might happen.... |
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The Norsemen came for him at sunrise.... Caught off guard as they lie asleep still clutching each others naked forms.... They cut out his tongue and hacked off his hands... They tore him apart while he was still alive... severing his head... his legs... his arms... But the mage they summoned was greedy and in his greed he made a mistake... Wanting some of the power for himself he trapped the dark ones soul in a blank tome... All his magick was trapped on the pages and in it his soul breathed... |
Cursing
the beautiful young woman as a witch, her fate was not any easier; they
tied her to a funeral pyre and set her a blaze... As the flames began to
lick at her feet as she heard his voice... "My Vulturi Iden... You
will be reborn.... Find the book.... I live in the book... find the book
and we will live again...." |
Looking to
the heavens, she cursed the gods and from that moment on she was known as
Pyre.... Eternal, reborn... Always Pyre... Never forgetting... Always his
Vulturi Iden.... And it is
here that I begin my tale.... |
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