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It is important to note in this post that I am not as quick or as good at translating symbols as Kesh is because Balthazaar is lazy and has a serious disadvantage from being sealed inside me: I have a fog that clouds my mind, blocks out memories of both myself and my givens, and prevents certain abilities of theirs and mine to shine through. That is, they aren’t as fully focused at translating or speaking as they would be if they weren’t sealed inside of me.

What happened tonight sounds far-fetched, but for the open-minded – kudos for bearing with me this far. K, the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me would be hands-down tonight: the sky was breathing and it had a heartbeat. Ox was listening to it. Sounds somewhat like a plane, but in a rhythm. Very, very creepy and yes it is unbelievable. What’s more insane is that it stopped as soon as we started commenting and listening intently to it. “Yeah, right, the sky is alive -/sarcasm-” would be anyone’s thoughts. That’s okay, I have a hard time listening to me chatter on like a wacko, too. Getting more to the point, after everything died down, Ox lit his lighter. We were outside when all of this happened and a storm is supposed to be rolling in, but the breeze has been pretty fast so why is the storm moving slower than molasses? No clue. Anyway, he lit his lighter when there was, at the time, no wind yet the lighter flickered like crazy. An explanation here, readers: if a light flickers and there is no “draft” or wind or any logical reason for a flame to go nuts – that is called “energy” and if it goes beserk, that means there’s a looot of it around. It was coming from the north, same direction as the storm. We have an anxious feeling for no “logical reason” and that means something BIG is coming probably following the abnormally slow storm.

Around the same time we started getting anxious, Ox said to get him a piece of paper. We went inside and he scribbled like mad all over notebook sheets of paper. Symbols flooded his mind from an unknown source. This, again, is called “auto-writing” and I can assure you that at that level of fast markings and symbol madness, it’s not pleasant. It can give you a headache. He got 2 different messages each in a different language, but the sources are unknown; he allowed me to translate them (Balthazaar helped me greatly so I can learn how to read and write the languages on my own).

Just so that all of you understand the difference between “supernatural languages” and what I mean by “symbols”, I drew what was on the notebook paper (we don’t have a scanner) on to my computer using my Wacom. The first message was in Draconic (no, it is NOT the language of Dragons). Now, keep in mind that I don’t speak, write, or read Draconic – anything that I do write is done by auto-writing where I clear my mind and allow the symbol to form with each line that my hand writes/draws. Balthazaar can read it, write it, and speak it; what he cannot do, thanks to my fog, is translate it to English. So, he had to translate it to Demonic instead and from there, he allowed Kesh to translate it to English.

That image is full of Draconic symbols. They look funny and made up, don’t they?  Be thankful that I cleared them up because Ox ended up scribbling and going over the same lines twice so it was hard to tell what line went where. Anyway, that’s Draconic. Using the Draconic > Demonic > English translation, it reads like this:

“For the end/everything/all the energy/Meakumaere (Demon name)/transform/the first/of a whole/nine for one/eight for one/in all of the/world none will/prevail over/annihilation”

Okay. Perhaps I should take a second to explain. Each symbol you see isn’t a letter in the Draconic alphabet. It’s a word or more precisely a phrase. You think Kanji is difficult? Try Draconic, Demonic, Elvish (not JRR Tolkien’s version, either), or any of those languages; they’re hard! No, we don’t know what it means entirely but here’s a thought to chew on. “Nine for one” would be the Original 9 Demons; “Eight for one” is referring to the 8 Harbingers (I was only aware of 6 until this message popped up). Kesh is analyzing the messages, I’m sure. Don’t let the word “annihilation” scare you, either. I’ll explain Meakumaere, the name of a Demon, later on.

The second message he received was written in Demonic. I recognized it right away because once several months ago, I saw Ox scribbling some weird symbols on a sheet of paper. It was a Demonic symbol representing a name of one of the Harbingers. He drew quite a few and that’s how I was able to tell this message was Demonic.

It doesn’t look the same as Draconic, does it? Freaky symbols, yes, but you can really tell the difference just like you can tell there’s a difference between the Japanese kanji and hiragana or katakana. It’s essentially the same thing. This message was the first one I translated to actual words. The words sound funny and are difficult for normal people (even me) to pronounce, but spelling them out helps. From Demonic > English, the translation is as follows:

“To control/all in one/every one/together/entire class/come in as one/you in all of you/one contained power/predisposition to all power”

It didn’t make sense the first time because Balthazaar and I got a couple of words wrong in translation. Kesh double checked it and it made more sense in English. Apparently, if you don’t have the whole word in Demonic, it comes out as a non-sensical funny phrase in English like “corixtan” translates only to “one contained” while “conrixtaneral” translates to “one contained power”. Like I said – it’s a funky languages.

Either way, that’s what has happened so far. I figured I’d share the symbols with you readers so that you can both see what Draconic and Demonic look like and tell the difference. I’m not so sure I want to find out who’s behind these messages or worse: if the two messengers are related somehow. I shudder to think of what kind of power an entity would have if it had all of the original 9 and the 8 Harbingers merged together. Maybe that’s what someone’s trying to do. Who knows? I just hope we can stop it before it carries out whatever plan it has.

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Morgaea

During the time period between the death of Samuel and the next life I can recall, a pure-blooded witch named Jade performed a forbidden ritual to try and taint her blood which would grant her an insane amount of power. The ritual called upon an entity known as a Harbinger (these will be explained later in the story). She had her mind set upon a particular Harbinger, but she instead encountered Chorvaldo, the Harbinger of Chaos. Jade’s tainted blood was used as a kind of rare candy for my soul mate. Unkown to Samuel during his next few normal lives, a group of six people lead by Vannon placed an incantation on her blood in order to keep Samuel from hunting the flesh of others in his other lives. Brig, Vannon, Jade, Azael, Damien and his brother, Garek were the original six members who performed the soul-blood ritual.

This chapter is a significant life in the chronology of our story; it was the third or fourth time I was reincarnated, but the lives before were normal. My name then was Morgaea Thelanti. During conception, I acquired a twin sister, Elizabeth, who became the younger of us. Our bloodline descended from the witch named Jade, but it was my sister who gained the title of witch from our father, a powerful warlock. I, on the other hand, inherited our mother’s bloodline: vampire. We were the daughters of a wealthy man who had worked hard for his fortune and raised us in a townhouse as normal children until our late teens.

It was then that our father decided to have our townhouse remodeled by a farm boy. His name was Alastair, the reincarnated soul of Samuel. I frowned upon him at first because of his status, but as weeks went on during our remodeling, my opinion of him changed. I discovered that he was the youngest of three sons sired by his poor father: Alastair, Nathaniel, and Zeke.

After nine months, he finally courted me and took me horseback riding. We sat down at a picnic and talked for hours. In the course of our picnic, my father stopped by to chat. He stayed a bit longer than we had anticipated, but both my father and Alastair seemed to enjoy each other’s company. When my father decided to leave us alone, he gave us his blessing on our official courting status. We dated for months. My sister became jealous because she felt, for some reason or another that Alastair was supposed to be interested in her instead of me. The harder she tried, the easier it became for Alastair to ignore her advances.

Alas, our happiness was postponed when Alastair got word that his father was on his deathbed. He gave us his apologies and excused himself at once. In the three months that he was taking care of his father, I visited him often—as did my sister. He was polite to her, yet rude at the same time. He was far more worried about his father’s health than anything. His father was such a kind and wise man. He listened so intently to Alastair’s ramblings about me that it took him only a short while for him to figure out how in love his youngest son was. Alastair’s father had it placed in his will that everything went to him to sell: the property, the livestock, all of it. Everything would go to Alastair. However, once Alastair sold it, he must give half of the fortune to his brothers to split between themselves. If there was an attempt on his life or if he was to die of unnatural causes and the brothers were found to be behind it, they would get nothing. As I said, Alastair’s father was wise and, at times, clever.

Those last three months after the will was changed, his brothers hired one or two men to kill Alastair. The Judge/Deputy Sheriff caught the man and his two brothers conspiring to murder him. He had them sent away and when his father finally passed on and Alastair sold everything, he became wealthier than even my father. Yet, he set it all back and moved in to the townhouse with us at my father’s request. Everything Alastair had gained, he placed into his will that in the event of his death, I would gain everything. When the Judge asked why he did that, Alastair replied “I’m in love”. It was then that the Judge learned of Alastair’s plans to marry me.

When my sister found out, all hell broke loose. She searched for a soothe sayer in order to learn how to invoke the spirits of one of our ancestors. The ancestor my sister sought out was none other than the tainted witch, Jade. It was Jade who told Elizabeth how to perform a ritual called a soul-body-possession. This allowed Elizabeth to inhabit my body while I watched from inside, helpless to stop her.

The day Alastair came to propose to me Elizabeth had possessed my body. When he did propose, she did the most terrible thing a person could ever do. In a way, my twin sister killed two birds with one stone: Alastair and myself.

“I am not in love with you,” she said pretending to be me. “I was never in love with you. I was using you and now that I have everything that I want, you are of no use to me. If you truly love me, you’ll drop dead and give me my fortune.”

The broken hearted man went home and put a pistol to his head… He self-destructed. Alastair death is not the ending of my story, however. A witness told me that my sister had went to a sooth sayer. I sought out the same sooth sayer to find out what my sister had done. When the sooth sayer informed me of my sister’s intentions and curiousity, I tried to kill Elizabeth. Of course, my father stopped me and set a trap. My father was just as wise and clever as Alastair’s father. Instead, he changed his own last will and testament so that I would inherit everything and Elizabeth would get absolutely nothing. The moment she found out, my twin sister tried to kill me. She was arrested for attempted murder and the judge had her put away.

In the event of Alastair’s death, I did indeed inherit everything his father had left him. I could have very well been the wealthiest woman in the county, probably in the entire province once my father passed away and I’d inherited his fortune as well. I could have been, but what value did money have without a husband or a family? With the fortune, I remodeled the town. In exchange, I was given the key to the city. This attracted the eye of several suitors, but none of whom caught my interest like a singular man whose own fortune had been squandered and who was known to be rich only through his father’s name.

His name was Brig. Yes, one of the original six who had placed an incantation upon Jade’s blood had found an interest in the wealthiest young miss within that area. Brig, too, was a vampire. He longed for me only for my fortune, but apparently he played out being in love with me all too well. In an attempt to move on with my life, I agreed to give him my hand in marriage. In the following year, I had suspected him of adultery many times and caught him at long last. The fiend tried to make it up to me, convinced me his love was true, and made love to me that very night. It was then that I conceived a child. A pure-blooded vampire child who died of SIDs within seven months of her life…

I sank into a deep depression. That was when Brig decided to try and get his fortune, but he knew I was not a normal human. He had to take extra precautions to ensure I was dead. First, he shot me in the heart and then stabbed me. My body was burned, the ashes pissed on. My father, who was the Power of Attorney chosen by me, signed away my entire fortune. It did not go to my treacherous husband. Instead, the entirety of my fortune—what I had inherited from Alastair and would inherit from my father—went to the town, as I had requested. Brig was left with nothing.

The murder of the vampire Morgaea Thelanti triggered an unusual reincarnation. Her soul was fused with that of a Harbinger, Lestraido, and placed into my present self. My past life is now one of my Givens. I try to warn many people about her awful temper, loathing for men, and that serious case of vengeance she has set up for Brig when she comes across him again.