Guardians of Humanity – 3

Just thought I would list all 12 of the council members and their races, both mythical and where they originate from.

1. Spiro Glynatsis, Greek Warlock

2. Hai Qin, Chinese Vampire

3. Molly Higgins, Irish Witch

4. Yoshie Nakajima (or Nakajima Yoshie as it would be in Japan), Japanese Witch

5. Octavianus Sevtarius Velius, Ancient Roman Vampire

6. Isaac Clark, English Warlock

7. Hulda Peters, German Witch

8. Kapila Rao, Indian Vampire

9. Eva Nizovtseva, Russian Werewolf

10. Snerrir “Sner” Ingjalsson, Icelandic Werewolf

11. Andali Windspeaker, Native American Warlock

12. Eirene of Sparta, Ancient Greek Witch

13. Neta Medakus, American Herbalist

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Guardians of Humanity – 2

“What’s going on?” Eirene of Sparta had just pushed someone away from her with only a thought.

“Witch!” Someone yelled from a nearby alley. At this Eirene realized that she had been marked. She ran to her home, the cold stone no longer reassuring her, and grabbed a few things to flee with. Bad things happened to witches in Greece.

When she felt like she had enough she turned to leave. That’s when her husband came into the room. She didn’t know why she didn’t hear the echo of his sandals on the stone, but she turned, picker her white tunic up above her knees and ran through another doorway, leaving him behind.

She ran as far and as fast as she could, leaving all of the stone structures behind her. When she had made it into the wilderness she found herself heading to a large, rocky hill. The closer she got the more she felt like she was being pulled there than she was running there of her own accord. By the time that she realized this, however, she was already inside a dark, damp cave. She looked around her, not sure what she was expecting.

Come forward my child.” A raspy, ancient voice called out from the darkness. “Come meet your mother, I have been waiting for you.” Stepping forward from the darkness was a hag. An ancient witch that survived by dark, forbidden magic. She was wrapped in a brown, stained garment.

“You are not my mother, she died 15 years ago.” Eirene said, scared for her life.

Is that what they told you?” Eirene looked at her face and realized that it looked familiar to her underneath the deep wrinkles and the long, grey hair and matching grey eyes. “You may not recognize me in this form, let me change for you.

The appearance of the woman in front of Eirene changed, slowly the features smoothed out and the wrinkles disappeared, her hair becoming blonde, but her eyes stayed grey. “What are you?” Eirene was even more scared now than before.

“I am an ancient witch, my dearie. You are the youngest in our bloodline.” The hag’s voice had changed from raspy and ancient to that of a young woman, around the same age as Eirene, in her early thirties.

Eirene’s green eyes widened to large orbs of fear highlighted by her blonde hair. “Y-you…you are a hag!”

“And you are a young witch who has just discovered her powers. Now that we are done stating the obvious you should follow me.” She turned around and walked back into the dark corner from which she appeared. Not sure what other choice she had Eirene followed her deeper into the cave.

31 Day Challenge – Day 2

This is what I wrote today, this is part of the origin for Snerrir Ingjaldsson of the Guardians of Humanity.

Halfway from where he was bit to his brother’s house, however, something came over him. It wasn’t long before he was taken over by it. It was a rage that swept through him. It was a rage at life, a rage at death, a rage at everything. Stopping in his tracks he felt his bones begin to grind against each other. An inhuman scream escaped from his lips, but it sounded almost more like a howl than a scream to all of those that heard the strange noise.

Sner ripped the silver medallion out from under his thick coat and threw it into the dark snow. The clouds parted for a moment and the moon shone directly onto Sner.

“I am Snerrir Ingjaldsson!” He barked into the night as the pain spread into his face. Bones that weren’t supposed to move ground together, reforming his face into a wolf’s. He howled into the night, his pain transferring into it and releasing from his body.

Many werewolves would agree that the first night is the hardest night to find yourself, but to Sner there was no self to find. His humanity had been ripped from him in the claws of the wolf form he now had. There was no turning back for him, he had one desire in his mind, and that was to find who had done this to him. Tracing his human scent back took him to the house of the woman who had helped set his broken arm that no longer had a break, then it led him passed the house, and to an area stained with his blood. It was hard to find any scent nearby, but after circling around for a while he smelled it, the musk of a wolf combined with the smell of a human. Werewolf.

Following the scent he found himself tracing a winding path back to his own house. The closer he got the stronger the scent became, until he was standing in front of the growling adversary.

The other werewolf, female, and smaller than the impression from the human part of his mind that was trapped in the mind of the wolf, began circling him. He followed suit, the new power of his transformation flowing through him like a river attempting to flood its banks. Then he pounced, he didn’t growl, or howl, or bark, or make any other sign that he was about to pounce, and landed with his paw on her throat. He reached down with his powerful jaws and wrapped them around her neck.

The female werewolf, knowing she was beaten smelled of submission, but the feral part of Sner wanted to rip her throat out anyways. Just then the human part of Sner broke free of its prison and released the female’s neck from his jaws.

The werewolf part of Sner wanted to be alpha male, but how could you be alpha male when you had no pack? This was the argument that the human part of his mind used against the wolf part of his mind. His reason won out and just as he was about to head back to his brother’s house with the female werewolf behind him the moon set and they were returned, excruciatingly, back to their original human forms.

He looked over to see the human face of his new follower, and realized that it was his wife that he had almost killed.

Zzz

I couldn’t sleep last night, and staying in bed for a couple of extra hours didn’t even do anything. I need to go get some coffee…or tea. Tea sounds good. 😀

Guardians of Humanity 1

I decided that in my book there were going to be supernaturals that are magically bound to protect and serve humanity. After using a random name generator I came up with 12 different characters, only a few of which I have created back-stories for so far. This is one of them:

“Step forward Hulda Peters, and meet your instructor.” The man in the hood made it sound more like a suggestion than an order, but Hulda knew better than that.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jürgen and I’ll be your instructor from now on.” She had heard of Jürgen before, he was a well-known warlock and witch trainer. He was known for having pupils that never went against the government, except for one. Nobody ever talked about him though.

“Nice to meet you too, Jürgen.” Hulda curtsied shallowly.

“No need for that, but thank you.” He turned and started walking. Hulda followed him hurriedly. “You are going to learn all about the Guardians of Humanity and what my work encompasses. I hope that you don’t follow Zach; he was the last warlock I was going to train for the post. Then he went and made a deal with a vampire and ended up getting turned. Only those with a seat in the Guardians are to be trusted.”

“Should I be wary of them even?” Hulda asked, unsure if she was allowed to.

“Good, you ask questions. When I say you can trust someone it doesn’t mean completely, anybody can turn into your enemy.” Jürgen stopped walking for a moment. “If you ever meet Zach, run in the other direction. He’s not to be trusted, ever.”

Something about the way that he said that made her even more curious. “Why? All witches and warlocks that are turned into vampires lose their abilities.”

“Around 99% do, yes, but not those that hail from the lineage of the original vampires. The first were able to have one child, and that child was a normal human. Those that survived were able to procreate, and eventually the bloodline mixed with witches and warlocks. Those with the blood of untainted vampires and a witch or warlock lineage are able to keep some powers and augment them into vampire abilities. That is why you must never listen to what he has to say, or even look into his eyes.”

“How do you know this?” Hulda asked.

“Research, I’ll let you look over the books after the meeting.” Jürgen opened the door at the end of the hallway and beckoned for her to enter first.