Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

when she reached it and found he was standing where she had been. She felt even more confused when she noticed he looked concerned.
    “I’m just... I need some air,” she said and walked out of the room.
    She went through the house, letting her instincts guide her while she remained heavy in thought. Her head ached as she tried to make sense of everything. When she’d come downstairs, she’d thought that she was ready to deal with the things that Mathias would have to tell her, but obviously she wasn’t.
    A weight pressed down on her chest as she thought about what he’d said.
    Save the world.
    Not just her species, or demonkind, but the world and everything in it.
    Pushing a pair of doors open, she felt relieved when the cool night air washed over her, enveloping her like a comforting blanket and soothing her. She raised her eyes to the sky and stared at the stars and the crescent moon.
    She felt so small, so insignificant.
    She wasn’t strong enough to save the world. It was asking too much of her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. If she didn’t save it, then she would destroy it. Maybe that’s what it meant. If she didn’t succeed, then her kind would die. Everyone would die.
    Maybe she really was supposed to be the end of everything.
    She found her fingers tracing the raised design on the star around her neck and stared at one of the constellations twinkling above her. It was the hunter, Orion. She frowned as a flicker of a memory surfaced and disappeared before she had time to catch it. It all seemed so familiar. Had she been here before and looked at this scene above her in the past? She had looked out of the window of her room so many times back at the mansion, but she couldn’t remember ever really stopping to look at the stars as she was now.
    Her heart felt heavy when she thought about her home and realised that she would probably never see it again, at least not under good circumstances. She didn’t want to miss it, told herself that her years there hadn’t been as happy as her memories seemed to make them now, but she couldn’t help herself. Everything was happening so fast and every time she thought she was coping, something else came up to make things worse.
    She wrapped her fingers tighter around the star and looked at the moon as she sat down on the little bench behind her. To think, she still could have been unaware of everything had she obeyed her mother’s rules and remained in the mansion. Part of her wished that she had. She wished that she could go back to being in the dark and locked in the house. But how long could they have kept her hidden? Mathias had said that another eclipse would come, like the one that had apparently happened when she was born. When she was born? Born as a human, or turned into a vampire? Either way she couldn’t remember it.
    Her thumb came to rest against the back of the silver star, running over the holes that marked it and the protrusions.
    It seemed so calming, as though it was carrying away all her heavy thoughts and leaving her mind clear.
    She tensed when she felt someone nearby.
    Her sense of calm disappeared, replaced by one of confusion when Valentine came to stand not five foot from her. She didn’t look at him. She kept her eyes fixed on the heavens and continued to stroke the star, wishing it would calm her again now. Everything was so much more bewildering when he was near to her. She wanted to talk to him, but didn’t want to, not after the things he’d said about her. He didn’t want to be near her. He didn’t care about her.
    So why had he looked so concerned when she’d left the room, and why was he here now?
    Was Mathias right? Was Valentine merely frightened of the things that were happening? Was that why he wanted to distance himself from her?
    “May I sit?” His voice sounded uncertain and he ventured a step closer.
    She just sighed. He would sit if he really wanted to, of that she was sure, but it wouldn’t help clarify things about him in her head. It would only make them more confusing.
    He sat at the other end of the bench, leaving some space between them. She was thankful for it. If he’d sat closer, he would have only made everything worse.
    She wished that she could make sense of him, at least then she’d have one less thing on her mind.
    She traced the constellations above her, occupying her mind by trying to picture what they had looked like in the books she’d read. They’d always had images drawn