Leah has just been changed into a Knight Child. Since her grandmother was a Knight Child also, her Father knew all about it. They rushed her to the House of Gabriel, where Knight Children are trained and taught. Luna is a angel, who was blessed by God. God gave her the moon as a gift, and now she creates Knight Children, choosing those who are strong and trustworthy. Their purpose is to kill demons that inhabit the Earth, but for the past couple thousand years they have hardly seen a demon, so why are they still being created?
(If you could read this and tell me what you think of my writing, and the idea behind it. It would be much appreciated. Please don't take my ideas. I've worked very hard on it.)
What seemed like an electric jolt shot through my body, and my eyes flew open. My entire body felt alive, after what seemed like an eternity of not being able to move a thing in my body I was more than relieved to move my fingers. Slowly feeling returned to all the parts of my body.
“Leah Night, you have completed the second change.” Her voice said sweetly and I turned my head to meet eyes with a woman, whose eyes were the color of the grass. Her hair flowed down past her breasts in waves. She was beautiful, and had the kindest smile upon her face. She looked in her mid thirties, but possessed the gentle voice of a grandmother. “Your father told me you know everything?”
“I heard him telling my mother.” It felt so strange to hear my voice after so long of not being able to make the slightest sound.
“Yes, during the second change your mind is very present. The body is still, adjusting to the change.”
“Oh.” I said, not knowing what else there was to say.
“Your wrists my dear, may I see them?” I held them out knowing she would not find what he was looking for. “Your mark; has it not manifested yet?” She sounded shocked.
I slowly began to sit up, and pulled down the color of my shirt to display the mark my mother found. “Apparently it’s here.”
She gasped, and brought her hand to touch the spot on my chest where I felt a slight burning sensation. “Luna was the only one to be given our mark there.” She breathed. She gently grasped my arm, pulled me off the bed, and walked me over to the full length mirror.
I gazed at my reflection, not knowing what to expect. With utter amazement I stared, two inches below my collarbone lay a crescent moon, embroidered into my skin. It was jet black, and very simple. It was stunning in its simplistic beauty. I placed my hand gently atop it, and took a deep ragged breath.
This is just an excerpt not the begininning.
And the woman is the Priestess of the School.
(If you could read this and tell me what you think of my writing, and the idea behind it. It would be much appreciated. Please don't take my ideas. I've worked very hard on it.)
What seemed like an electric jolt shot through my body, and my eyes flew open. My entire body felt alive, after what seemed like an eternity of not being able to move a thing in my body I was more than relieved to move my fingers. Slowly feeling returned to all the parts of my body.
“Leah Night, you have completed the second change.” Her voice said sweetly and I turned my head to meet eyes with a woman, whose eyes were the color of the grass. Her hair flowed down past her breasts in waves. She was beautiful, and had the kindest smile upon her face. She looked in her mid thirties, but possessed the gentle voice of a grandmother. “Your father told me you know everything?”
“I heard him telling my mother.” It felt so strange to hear my voice after so long of not being able to make the slightest sound.
“Yes, during the second change your mind is very present. The body is still, adjusting to the change.”
“Oh.” I said, not knowing what else there was to say.
“Your wrists my dear, may I see them?” I held them out knowing she would not find what he was looking for. “Your mark; has it not manifested yet?” She sounded shocked.
I slowly began to sit up, and pulled down the color of my shirt to display the mark my mother found. “Apparently it’s here.”
She gasped, and brought her hand to touch the spot on my chest where I felt a slight burning sensation. “Luna was the only one to be given our mark there.” She breathed. She gently grasped my arm, pulled me off the bed, and walked me over to the full length mirror.
I gazed at my reflection, not knowing what to expect. With utter amazement I stared, two inches below my collarbone lay a crescent moon, embroidered into my skin. It was jet black, and very simple. It was stunning in its simplistic beauty. I placed my hand gently atop it, and took a deep ragged breath.
This is just an excerpt not the begininning.
And the woman is the Priestess of the School.