Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

his jaw and then his neck.
    He sighed into her ear.
    She gave him a smile when he pulled back to look at her.
    Dmitri laughed again.
    She looked up at Valentine to find him scowling at his old friend. Mia was smiling broadly, her arm draped over her husband’s.
    “It is sweet, no?” Dmitri laughed again. “Love never chooses wisely. It goes against sense.”
    Prophecy smiled at him. He had such a simple way of expressing it that she found she couldn’t deny that what he’d said was true. Love never did choose wisely, and Mia and Dmitri were testament to that. She wished she could make them tell her just how they had met. She was sure that it would be a beautiful story. Her and Valentine’s story just seemed crazy, but at the same time, it seemed like the stuff of fairytales. A prince charming rescuing his princess from the evil prince so they could save the world together.
    Her eyes dropped to her hand and her chest warmed to see the threads of magic winding around her fingers as though they were chasing each other. They were a rich shade of purple now, paler, almost white, near their tails and tips. She held her hand out with her palm facing upwards and the threads spiralled around each other, creating a vortex above the stone of the amulet.
    Her fairytale even had magic.
    “What is this?” Dmitri’s voice was laced with curiosity but she didn’t look at him. She could hear his heavy footsteps on the floor and could sense his approach.
    “Magic,” she whispered and focused, making it shift shape until it was a heart. She giggled.
    “You have been practicing,” Valentine said.
    She focused again and changed it to reflect one of her pentagrams, complete with the glyphs that surrounded it in the circle. It was the one over her heart. The little glyphs pulsed with light. She could almost feel it in her body like a heartbeat.
    Licking her lips, she stared at the symbol and made it grow. Something about it seemed familiar and she felt as though she should know it or know what it meant.
    Staring into the core of the star that was wavering in the centre of the circle, she caught sight of something and the whole world dropped away. It was hazy. She could make out buildings and a figure. No, two figures. It was a man and a woman. She peered closer, willing the images to come into focus. There were two figures staring back at her. Her eyes widened. The woman was the one from her vision of Venice. She could see her flame red hair. She couldn’t make out the man’s face, but her heart ached to see him, as though she should have known him.
    “Prophecy?” Valentine’s voice reached her and his fingers lightly touched her shoulder.
    She snapped herself out of the trance and looked at him with wide eyes. He reached out towards her and brushed his fingers across her cheek. She was stunned to see they were wet when he withdrew them. Had she been crying? She didn’t remember it. All she could remember was the way she’d felt. Sorrow and loneliness had filled her. She’d been staring at the faces of people she knew or should have known. She pressed her right hand over her chest and it warmed through when the amulet touched the mark there.
    “Mother,” she whispered.
    “Prophecy?” Valentine ducked and his eyes reflected all his concern again.
    “The woman in my vision of Venice... with the red hair... she was my mother. My heart tells me. I saw her in the mark when I made it appear in magic form. It was my mother, Valentine, and I think I saw my father, too.” Her eyes darted between his, trying to see if he believed her. She needed him to believe her.
    He led her to one of the armchairs and she sat in it, giving him a weak smile when he knelt in front of her, looking up into her eyes.
    “Are you sure?” he said and when she started to open her mouth, he cut her off. “Of course you are. Ridiculous question.”
    She smiled at his dismissive tone, as though he was speaking more to himself than to her.
    “I don’t know what it means,” she said, wanting to get it out into the open before he asked her. “I just saw them, in the heart of the star. I felt as though I knew they would be there, or that someone would be there. I don’t know. It’s all so confusing.”
    He placed his hand lightly over hers where they were resting in her lap.
    “Do not worry, child. The answers will come when the time is right.” A soft female voice drew her attention.
    She looked up to see Mia standing beside her, a