A werewolf prophecy is fullfilled by the death of a young woman named Lissa Carvelle.
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An ancient prophecy tells of the reincarnation of the first original werewolf. A young woman named Alessia Carvellias. Her name is Lissa Carvelle. A descendent of the original. Unique and skilled Lissa is watched over by the ancient culture of werewolves. At the age of 22, she is finally intiated into the local group of werewolves, in accordance with the "Blood-Chosen" prophecy. A young and powerful werewolf named Tristyn Wellington is chosen to kill and transform the young woman back into a werewolf. He falls in love with the girl, but soon has to give her up. Taking her to Fort Fenris in northern Britain he relinquishes his hold over her and transfers it over to Julius, the Patriarch of the werewolves. Unable to escape because of this invisible leash, she is still kept captive as the Elders try to learn more of the prophecy. Unnaturally powerful, she soon breaks free and escapes back home to her parents and best friend. Things become complicated for her, as she is never to return back to normal. Explicit language and sex scenes.
A full moon was out the night the chosen child was born. A deeply crimson looking moon, a “blood” moon.
The locals of the area were highly superstitious and considered any child born on such an ominous night to be evil incarnate, and extremely bad luck. Any of their own were immediately killed if born on such a night.
So when the girl’s missionary parents, learned as the girl’s birth began, that she was in extreme danger from the locals they were there to help by bringing aid, and of course the word of God. With the assistance of a highly educated and modernized local, who had been their guide and assistant to their missionary group, they fled to a nearby city that had a church they could hide within, as the woman gave birth to her daughter.
The infant despite her powerful destiny, came quite quietly into the world. In the back room of the church, a midwife cleaned and bundled the baby up, and then handed her over to her mother.
Danger had followed them however, and now was angrily banging at the barred doors of the church. Quickly they hurried back to the main room of the church, where several strangers had arrived, mostly dressed in dark clothes, with hooded robes that concealed much of their faces. They stood by silently, four men and two women of various ethnicity. None of them looked to be local to the country, save perhaps the dark African; the one on the right.
The minister of the church, who looked nervous and perhaps frightened, hurried them over. He gestured that the child would now be baptized. He spoke in a foreign tongue, and despite the urgency of the situation he spoke steady and unhurried. Careful to say each word perfectly, keeping a nervous eye on the strangers who stood quietly, seeming to be there as mere witnesses to the infant’s baptism.
When the girl’s parents thought they could stand no more of the frantic banging coming from behind them, at the church’s doors, finally the baptism ceremony ended. Now they were faced with the fear of no escape.
It was then that the six strangers made it clear that they were not there as just mere spectators of their baby’s baptism. They were also there to assist them in escaping.
Not knowing what else to do the frightened young couple followed these six strangers to the back of the church. Three of the men went out first, and a minute later returned and gestured to be followed.
The back door let out into a dark alley, that looked to be a labyrinth maze that ran in between various buildings within the city’s center. The woman held her daughter tight to her, as her husband assisted her in walking, still weak from childbirth. The strangers lead them through a dizzying path of alleys, before finally leading them to a street, with normal activity.
The strangers whispered something to each other, and with head and hand gestures, they agreed upon something. One of the men, and one of the women stayed, and the rest left, quickly hurrying up the street and around a corner, until they were gone and out of sight.
The man, finally spoke in clear English with a slight accent hinting at his European origins. “It is not safe for you here in this country anymore. You two are to go back to your own country with your baby. We will lead you to a nearby airport. A plane is already waiting there to take you back to your own country. Your child is special, because of this night and location she was born in. There is a prophecy that spoke of it, she is called the “blood-chosen”, because she was born under the blood moon, and other reasons I cannot discuss. There will be some who may try and seek her out and destroy her. Similar to these superstitious locals. Our group’s people will keep an unseen watch over her, to keep her safe, so she can fulfill her destiny. Now come we must get you to your plane.”
The man did not give no time for questions. He hurried the couple along, and did his mission by making sure they boarded the plane that was heading for the U.S. There were others aboard and waiting in the country, to make sure they arrived safely.
The girl grew up in a normal manner, and before long was a teenager. There were no major outward signs that indicated she was special in anyway. In fact she was a mostly normal girl.
The girl however did never possess strong social characteristics, much to her parents dismay. She in fact showed strong anti-social behavior from early childhood. Never having more than a few friends, none with whom she kept strong ties with.
Despite this she was a highly intelligent girl. And easily advanced in all her grades, much to her parents delight.
Strangely the girl seemed to develop a quiet way of moving. One would almost consider her sneaky. She had amazing agility, that allowed her to move with very little noise, and quite quickly as well.
The girl also displayed at a young age that she was no easy push-over. In fact she was quite strong for a girl of her appearance. It was next to impossible to easily push her down, and even when she was physically harmed, she hardly ever cried, especially out loud. She almost seemed to have an tolerance to pain to a certain degree.
Most of her peers avoided her, and even feared her for her strange abilities. Which of course boosted her outcast nature. Which seemed to suit her just fine, as she preferred being a loner.
However she did eventually gain a friend she could not get rid of no matter how hard she tried. When she was fourteen, she helped a new girl who was being bullied by a girl notorious for bullying on smaller weaker girls, especially new kids.
Normally she would have ignored the situation and let a teacher step in. This time it happened when there was no teacher in sight. And the girl was being physically abused for not giving the other girl the money she was demanding.
A few quick martial arts moves, disabled the bully and her two lackeys. And allowed the cowering girl to wipe her tears away and quickly get to her feet. Profusely she thanked the girl who had just came to her rescue. Even going as far as to throw her arms about the other girl’s neck, as she continued to cry and thank her.
With an agitated noise, she pried the crying girl away. And turned to continue on her way out of the school. Much to her dismay, the girl quickly caught up and decided to follow. Beginning a tirade of chatter, that followed the girl the whole two blocks to her house.
With a squeal the new girl announced that she lived nearby. Just around the corner from her rescuer in fact. From that day, the new girl named Bethany or Beth, made it a point to plant herself unwanted or not into her new “friend’s” life.