TITLE: The Calling
GENRE: YA Fantasy
Odelia dreamt a river of blood. She stood in the middle of it, the blood gushing over her feet and soaking her white robe to the knees, turning it a sickly red. She doubled over, gripping her stomach, crying out as a sharp, burning pain ripped through her. Blood oozed over her hands as she gasped for breath.
“You will die like your mother,” a woman snarled.
Odelia’s head shot up and she saw her Aunt Tabitha standing in the distance, a dagger dripping with fresh blood in her hands. The river flowed from a mountain of dead bodies behind her, and atop them was the king. A strangled cry escaped her lips, her eyes widening. Black feathers rained from the sky and Odelia tilted her head back further to see a winged man hovering above the king, smirking down at her.
“We are coming,” he warned. “And your people will fall.”
The chamber filled with a thick haze. The Dark Prince emerged from within it, stepping up to the dreaming princess. He pressed his fingers against her forehead, reading her dream. He frowned; why were young females always chosen? Did He honestly think this one could defeat him when the others had failed?
Whispering furiously, the Dark Prince drew the dream from her mind. The princess lurched under his hand, her eyelids fluttering, the whites of her eyes quaking.
He removed his hand and she stilled, her eyes falling shut.
He then slid back into the haze and vanished.