Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

became. Removing her hand, she stared into the glowing pale purple stone on her amulet. There was movement in its depths. She blinked once, twice, and suddenly everything in the room disappeared and she was surrounded by darkness.
    “Valentine?” She looked around her. In the sky above her was a faint purple star. She looked at her hand and realised that the amulet was gone. Panic raced through her. “Valentine!”
    “Shh, child.” A soft female voice whispered the words to her and she turned on the spot, trying to seek out the owner of it. There was no one there. There was nothing but darkness.
    “Who are you?” Her voice was unsteady and she hated how weak it made her sound.
    “I am but a memory.” The voice came back, a slight note of amusement lacing it. She wondered how anyone could be happy about being nothing more than a memory.
    “What do you want? Where is Valentine?” She turned again, peering into the darkness, but she still couldn’t see the owner of the voice. Something flickered past her out of the corner of her eye and she spun to face it. There was nothing. She growled and slid into her vampire guise, hoping the change would help her see better in the inky blackness.
    “Your love is safe,” the woman said.
    She found herself face to face with a flickering image of him. He was sitting on the couch, seemingly frozen in time.
    “Did I do that?” she said, reaching out to touch him but the image wavered and died.
    “You did, child.”
    “I remember doing something similar in a vision I had.”
    “You need the book. It will teach you how to use the power you have.”
    A warm breeze swept past her and she turned around. There in front of her was a woman, the woman she had seen in her vision of Venice. Her mother. She trembled and immediately slipped out of her vampire guise, not wanting her mother to see her true face.
    “It’s all right, my sweet girl, I know what you are.” Her mother stepped forwards. A beam of light shone down on her. Prophecy stared at her face, taking in the features of it now she could see it clearly. “You look like me. Your father would have been proud.”
    Her father? She had so many questions to ask. Is that really what she looked like? Her mother was beautiful. She furrowed her brows and sighed when she realised that her mother looked no older than she was now and she knew what it meant. She had sacrificed herself at such a young age.
    “Why did you do it? I’m not wholly vampire, you know? Why did you do it?” She panicked when the vision of her mother flickered and faded slightly. “Don’t go. I have so many questions.”
    “I’m here for you, child. I’ll always be here. But right now, I cannot answer the questions because you yourself do not know the answers. I am but a memory, your memory. I can only tell you what you already know. Your heart fears the wrong decision and that’s why you called me. It is not concerned with why I did what I did. I can only tell you this. If I had not, the world would have been doomed. It was my destiny, just as this is yours.”
    Prophecy went to move towards her but the image of her mother disappeared. She spun around, trying to see if she had gone elsewhere but finding nothing but darkness again.
    “Are you still there?”
    “I am, but I am afraid you must go. Valentine and the world need you. I have one parting gift of words... trust in Valentine, for as he has saved you, you will save him. Do not fear mistakes and falls, they will only make you stronger. Believe in yourself, but do not let yourself be blinded to the words of others. There is treachery and deceit all around you and it will in time reveal itself. Sometimes, the right decision will seem wrong, but it will help show you the path in the darkness... remember, this is your destiny, you cannot change it.”
    She frowned when her head spun and the world came back. Taking a deep breath, she cast a glance around her at the room. It was still frozen in time. She waved her hand in front of Valentine’s face and frowned when he continued to stare at the floor. Her mother had told her to trust him and that she would save him. The witches had said the same thing. She would save him and he would save her. A chill ran down her spine. She was surrounded by treachery and deceit and she was going to make mistakes. She had already made so many mistakes, but she had learnt from every one of them and she had grown stronger just as her mother had told her she