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Post by Alice Dawkins on Apr 17, 2009 22:57:56 GMT -6
 Several thousand years ago, there was an Evil Goddess Maleficent, whom ruled long ago, seeking power and followers at her very whim. As well as the blood of the mortal and the immortal alike. Once the blood source from the pure and innocent ran out, Maleficent became greedy and sought for the lives of those who worshiped the ground she walked on. Once all elements and sources were near an end, the Goddess of the light, Kamala set out to destroy Maleficent.
The two battled out for several years, till finally Maleficent fell. Kamala removed the head of Maleficent, burying her head with her. Wounded and with her final ounce of strength, Kamala restored the land, bringing the beasts and such that inhabited it. Dying at her last ounce of sanctuary. For thousands of years, Maleficent was dead and buried, not a leaf was stirred, until now….
The young man hissed at his workers, who had been digging on and on into the night. Impatiently waiting for what he wanted. In the heart of a Russian Forest.
“Dig faster!” He demanded, “If I have to get down there and dig myself, you will regret not giving me what I want!” He shouted.
An older man, scruffed and looked rather like someone one would not want to necessarily run into on a dark ally, he looked down at the boy and sighed, “They are digging as fast as they can, sir.” He said gently.
Gregory looked up at the male and shouted, “Make them dig faster!”
That was when someone yelled out in Russian, that they found something. Gregory’s face lit up as he ran to the dig site. Not caring if he got his dress pants dirty. Removing his silk cerulean shirt holding his hands out, “Give it here! Give it here!” He shouted as he held his hands out in a wanting manor.
That was when a skull head was handed to him. Few strands of her blonde hair remained on it, “This is it…” he began to weep a bit. Holding the head close to his body. After a few moments, his advisor approached him and placed his hand on his shoulder, “We need to get back to Ireland, sir.” Gregory turned his head and nodded, standing up and grabbing his shirt, “Get the rest of her body. We will need it…”
Back in Ireland.
In a mansion that seemed to be happy, in the basement, Gregory and other Outsiders stood there with him. A soft smirk across his face as he reached his hands out; the skull gently in his fingers – on a pedestal.
“She’s prefect…” He said gently, “At long last, grandmother… I found you… and you will be alive…” He chuckled as he then turned, looking at an older man, “Father! I need someone to work on this project for me while I am at school!” He demanded.
The older man could only smirk and tell his child, “No need. I have seen the headmistress myself, giving her a notice that on my demand or your call, you need to come home, for urgent family business.”
Gregory’s twisted smile grew wider as he dashed up stairs to get ready for his first day of school.
The year is 2009. The time of fall. Students are arriving happily to their school, ready for another year. Or so they thought.
The headmistress has received word that Maleficent’s grave site has been disturbed and she was reported missing. Great fear resting in her heart now, as well as the staff. Feeling that a war of some sort may be brewing. The Light Dwellers have been ralying together for meetings. Trying to get their sences straight on what the plan of action is.
A small group of students, along with their friends have reported people going missing, along with few ending up dead. This is not, just another year at Starlight Academy
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