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... 

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.... 


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....

This Vulturi Iden page  updated on 03/18/2001

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