Have you got your copy yet? amazon/gp/aw/d/B00KRWA1IC?cache=4febd82aa208c1b46357cb852dc66eaf&pi=AC_SX110_SY165_QL70&qid=1412678989&sr=1-22#ref=mp_s_a_1_22 Prologue In spite of the blazing fire crackling, the air is cold and damp. Drops of water trickle somewhere and the smell of mildew hinders. Jennifer Lynn opens her deep brown eyes and looks around to see the open night sky. Vines hang from the rock-like walls, liquid dripping from them. The floor glows like a flame. In the middle is some sort of object. Her hands and legs wont budge. She lifts her head and turns to the right. Five teenagers hands and feet are bound to the wall with rope like vines. Thorns penetrate through their bodies. NOOO! HELP! She hollers, but no one hears her. Please let this be a dream. Please... Then she prays to God, hoping this isnt the end. A hand gently brushes against her brunette hair. Shh. The cream tone of her abductors skin and the ice-cold touch, gives her unwelcome shivers. Too frail and too weak, the only defense she has is to jerk her head away from him. Jennifers heart pounds like its coming out of her skin. Her abductor slits the palm of her hand, and lets the blood drip down into a circle. He licks the knife and devilishly smirks. A woman appears with a sinister smile. Show some dignity, my pupil. She orders him. Black locks neatly fall on her back and her eyes are the color of emeralds. Her lavender woven gown sways as she glides towards Jennifer. Entranced by the womans pearly white skin that shimmers from the unseen flame, Jennifers heartbeat slows down. No need to yell or scream, my dear. You should be honored that youre one of the chosen for my return, says the mystical woman. Who...who...are you? Jennifer asks. Teardrops pour down her soft pink cheeks. Im the Fairy Queen, Aine of Knockaine. My return will be the undoing to The Guardians of Draco. The woman clutches a knife with a curved blade between her fingers. By doing so, I need the blood of the innocent. Please dont. Jennifers lips tremble as she mumbles. Please... The pain will go away in time. Aine gently runs a cold finger through the young girls tears before slitting her arm just above the wrist. The stream of dark burgundy fluid weeps from the wound to a small canal into the middle of the circle. The vengeful Fairy Queen repeats this action with each teenager she encounters. One slit after another. She takes a piece of their energy and rejuvenates. Her spirit hand becomes flesh. Her satisfied eyes glow like the fire in the chamber
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