The room was painted with a mixture of shadows and moon light. The house was silent, minus the sound of the wood creaking. The girl was asleep, a smile painted across her face. She stepped into the light, kneeling beside her.
“Hello child. Bella Morta calls you.”
She reached to take the child, but found someone already had. She heard the swish of a coat.
“And what does Death want with her?”
She stood.
“Terror.”
She faced where he stood in the shadows.
“Give me my child.”
“Lizzie would be safer with a pack of lobos than with you.”
He heard her laugh.
“My child is safest with me.”
“Not while Death controls you.”
She pulled out her gun and pointed it at him.
“Hand. Me. My. Child!”
“Don't point that thing. tu may hit her.”
She froze and he could see her eyes flash brown. They turned back to red.
“I want my child!”
“Good bye Becca.”
He backed away, keeping a tight hold on the girl in his arms. She heard him mover and came closer. All she found was the wall. She growled and replaced her gun.
“Next time Monster.”
He tumbled in the shadows, keeping her close. He hit ground. Terror sat up and looked at the child in his arms. The marking on her neck was pulsing a silver color. He knew it was dangerous to bring a child of light into the dark realms of the shadows. But he had had no other choice. He knew shadows could not kill, but they could change a child of light drastically. He stood with her in his arms and made his way home. He stepped inside the threshold and placed her on the bed. He closed the door quickly.
“You bring a child.”
He turned to the voice, nodding.
“Yes. The war has begun and she was a pawn.”
“I'm glad tu brought her.”
He sat siguiente to his guest.
“I had no clue tu were coming tonight.”
“I wasn't aware of it either.”
“Did they find you?”
“No. Almost.”
Terror nodded and looked at the small fire. He took several breaths, watching the flame flicker. imágenes passed through the fire, each one pulsing with new life. A cup was pushed in his hands and Terror looked away from the fire.
“Here. Drink.”
“Not yet.”
His guest moved behind him.
“It's pulsing.”
“I feel it.”
“Remove your shirt. Let me see.”
Without a segundo thought, Terror pulled off his trench capa and shirt. The marks on his back were pulsing, giving off a dark blue light. A hand slid down his back.
“Terror...”
“There's a lot of fear tonight Kid.”
He let out a sudden growl, clenching his hands into fists. Hands were placed on his, causing them to relax. His guest whispered in his ear.
“I wish I could help.”
“Just...get me the drink.”
The cup, which had been left por the fire, was pushed back into his hands. He downed the drink, leaning against his guest.
“Feel better?”
“Yes. They pulsing?”
“No. But tu got a new one.”
“Figures.”
They heard a light moan and both turned to the bed. The girl on the cama was waking up. And she had become a young woman.
“Hello child. Bella Morta calls you.”
She reached to take the child, but found someone already had. She heard the swish of a coat.
“And what does Death want with her?”
She stood.
“Terror.”
She faced where he stood in the shadows.
“Give me my child.”
“Lizzie would be safer with a pack of lobos than with you.”
He heard her laugh.
“My child is safest with me.”
“Not while Death controls you.”
She pulled out her gun and pointed it at him.
“Hand. Me. My. Child!”
“Don't point that thing. tu may hit her.”
She froze and he could see her eyes flash brown. They turned back to red.
“I want my child!”
“Good bye Becca.”
He backed away, keeping a tight hold on the girl in his arms. She heard him mover and came closer. All she found was the wall. She growled and replaced her gun.
“Next time Monster.”
He tumbled in the shadows, keeping her close. He hit ground. Terror sat up and looked at the child in his arms. The marking on her neck was pulsing a silver color. He knew it was dangerous to bring a child of light into the dark realms of the shadows. But he had had no other choice. He knew shadows could not kill, but they could change a child of light drastically. He stood with her in his arms and made his way home. He stepped inside the threshold and placed her on the bed. He closed the door quickly.
“You bring a child.”
He turned to the voice, nodding.
“Yes. The war has begun and she was a pawn.”
“I'm glad tu brought her.”
He sat siguiente to his guest.
“I had no clue tu were coming tonight.”
“I wasn't aware of it either.”
“Did they find you?”
“No. Almost.”
Terror nodded and looked at the small fire. He took several breaths, watching the flame flicker. imágenes passed through the fire, each one pulsing with new life. A cup was pushed in his hands and Terror looked away from the fire.
“Here. Drink.”
“Not yet.”
His guest moved behind him.
“It's pulsing.”
“I feel it.”
“Remove your shirt. Let me see.”
Without a segundo thought, Terror pulled off his trench capa and shirt. The marks on his back were pulsing, giving off a dark blue light. A hand slid down his back.
“Terror...”
“There's a lot of fear tonight Kid.”
He let out a sudden growl, clenching his hands into fists. Hands were placed on his, causing them to relax. His guest whispered in his ear.
“I wish I could help.”
“Just...get me the drink.”
The cup, which had been left por the fire, was pushed back into his hands. He downed the drink, leaning against his guest.
“Feel better?”
“Yes. They pulsing?”
“No. But tu got a new one.”
“Figures.”
They heard a light moan and both turned to the bed. The girl on the cama was waking up. And she had become a young woman.
Alter Ego- Night
Age- 14
Grade- Freshmen
Allies- Target/Caleb
Personality- flashy, competitive, little sister, cocky, arrogant, proud, loud, loving, a little violent, spirted
Ability-
día unlike her brother is not a meta. She works with blades and hand to hand combat. She often uses her mouth to get what she wants and feeds lies to the enemy. She can set traps and is a great pickpocket.
Weakness-
She's to loud. To arrogant, She likes being flash and competitive about her surroundings. She is also a little sister which means she pushed her brother to the limit. Since he is a meta she sometimes feels that she has to beat him at stuff.
History-
Her father ran off shortly after she was born. Her mother committed suicide when she was 8. She doesn't remember her mother much because the woman was not a constant in her young life. She mostly remembers Caleb raising her.
Side notes-
-is a little ruff and tends to get in trouble at school.
Alias: Arwin
Age: 16
Occupation/Alliance: Hero
Appearance: Long black hair, naranja eyes, 5' 5"
Powers/skills/weapons: powers over the element earth, martial arts, and her family heir loom (a magic staff)
Personality: Withdrawn, optimistic, kind, brave, courageous, shy, cynical, hard-working, loyal
History: After being dado into the care of her grandparents without warning Lana's parents mysteriously went missing. Lana discovered their family heir loom when she went looking for her parents a año later. She took the heir loom into her possesion after lectura a note left with the heir loom por her parents. When she was fifteen she left her grandparents to train her powers. After training for three years and discovering many things Lana returned to her grandparent's house to find them gone. From that point on Lana decided that secrets only killed people rather than kept the safe.