Spellweaver

Looking up into the ceiling of the chapel you would of never seen her if it wasn't for her radiant glowing pale skin and her bright red hair. Bellatreax was a seventeen year old average teenager, or as average as you could say 2 days ago. Standing at a mere five feet and eight inches, very balanced body, and they most amazing green/gray eyes you could imagine. You would of never known that she would was one of the most powerful minded girls alive.

As she sat from the highest balcony her eyes were focused on one thing and one thing only. The magnificant purple velvet that covered the ivory coffin below containing the remains of her mothers body. It was painful to accept what was happening and how it happened. Fifty years had passed since the young girl said goodbye to her mother. Fifty years of not being able to feel the warmth of her hug, her lips pressing agianst her forhead, nor the smell of her fresh home made treats. All she could do was watch from a distance and always know that she was safe as she lived out what remained of her years knowing that her one and only daughter had already passed before her. But what she didn't know was that her daughter was to live her life out to see her mother age as she never grew a day older. Destined to watch her family one by one leave the Earth and move on.

"That should of been me" she thought to herself.

Years had passed since her staged death from the car accident. Jess her best friend and now soul mate had found her clinging to life on the side of the road. It was the split second decision to take the blood from Jess to save her life.

tired will continue tomorrow.