SUMMARY:
This is the story of a girl whose destiny is to change destiny's of others for the greater good of the world. One powerful witch(and I use this term for both male and female)has the destiny to rules the world, however his intentions are not pure and the world has called on the new destiny shifter to change his fate and the the fate of the world. The problem is the new destiny shifter may not be as pure as a destiny shifter should be. Her name is Mel and her revenge plot may risk the the lives of all who live on planet earth. For she is the one who has the power to govern not just her fate but everyones. What will her choice be? Revenge? Or the world?
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BACK STORY:
This book has gone through many many many re-wittings. The character Mel has been shaped by role playing and putting her in different storys through out a lot of my wittings. Yes I will admit, Mel is much like myself, minus the cool powers and the like. I of course do not have the ability to change peoples destiny's either... Mel's character was made at a time in my life where I was very shut out from the world and was dealing with tons of feeling and emotions. Then I never had the guts to do anything about these feelings or to be myself and so Mel gave me a way to do and say what I wish I could do given any situation. So the original destiny shifter was very jumbled and made little since. Sort of like my feelings at the time. However I have finally been able to gather the strength and the mind power to look back through destiny shifter(back the it was lifeshifter) and really assess was I was truly trying to express. The version here will be the jumbled mess pieced together in to my very first book I ever wrote. It may suck, it may rock, I am not sure, but none the less I have decided to share it with you all. So welcome to my world of lesbianism, confusion, magic, power, creation, healing, love, immortality, self discovery, revenge, anger and hate! Now is your last chance to go back before it devours you!
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DESTINY SHIFTER
Chapter 0 - Deception & Hate
Yes looking back hate would be the word. They saw me, they saw me and knew what I was. What I was capable of, what I yearned for. They saw my hunger, my power, my destiny and they were jealous, all of them. So they cast me out. Them fools. They needed me and they new it, but their pride went past that and penetrated the vast blackness, the blackness that was in every witches soul. The part where they think they are better than you just because, Just because you are not like them, because you are different some how. For this reason and this reason alone I clung to him. Because of this I obey what ever it was he told me. He was different in that he saw me and did not see me as a monster but as an equal, someone that made him stronger.
On that night the clouds rolled in and the thunder was so loud I could not hear myself think and the lightning so bright I could not look up in to his eyes when it flashed. The rain came down in sheets as we made our way through the back allies of the city. Most in his position would think of this as dirty work and their pride would be a barrier to their success. Not him, not the man in his dark blue cloak running along side me. No, if you wanted it done right you had to do it yourself. A few fast dashes across the streets and we had made it to our destination. A cute little two story house, white picket fence. They really had it made, those witches, but only at our expense. Even in the dark stormy night it looked peaceful. From the dark shadows we watched as they put their young daughter in her bed, and tucked her in at night. We watched how the priest embraced his loving priestess, and as she lay happily next to him in the bed, whispering of future dreams, hopes and their joint destiny. But tonight I would be the shatterer of their dreams, hopes and destiny. They lye there thinking their death will be peaceful and calm, dieing in their sleep, at an old age. What most in their situation think. Not knowing that bad things can happen to them. Sure maybe other people but certainly not them. Soon however they will know that that is an imposable hope, that they are sadly mistaken, for their deaths will be neither peaceful nor calm and will befall them sooner than expected.
As we descended upon our mark, lights flew on as if by magic, and maybe it was. The screams, shouts and curses filled the air like a chorus. I danced in the Melodie of it all. reveled in it. It was what I was waiting for my whole life, to take this family out, to take their power in to me. And not only that, but to take the one thing they hoped would survive and not destroy it, but corrupt it. When we got to her room, she was just as peaceful as a child of her age should be, all curled up under her blankets. I turned up my black hood and told my partner to do the same. I walked in to the room, as he pulled her parents in behind us. They were bond with magical rope so they could not use there powers on me. They had made a mistake in underestimating me and for that they would pay dearly for.
"Please, please! Don't hurt her! She has nothing to do with this!" they pleaded. How touching. I approached them.
"Do not worry, her destiny is to die, quick and painless...." fear shot through them, and something cracked in side of them. Maybe that was what it looked like when your heart breaks, I could see it in their eyes. The thought of their daughter dieing was horrible, but seeing it was another thing entirely.
"Why are you so, scared? I am the destiny shifter, and I am here to do just that. She will not die tonight." Puzzlement filled with worry played across their faces. "Besides, what kind of victory would this be if I did not conquer her before her death? After all she is going to be the most powerful of all will she not?" As the realization hit them fear went through them like a sharp blade and I was shocked that the blade was not thick enough to make them fall over dead then and there. They had also realized there mistake, and that was excommunicating me from their ranks. I extended my arms and let the anger rage through my arms, let the power flow and the fire came! It consumed them in a beautiful blaze of gold and red. Their screams like a song, a melody... or should I say Melonie...
Melonie....
Melonie.
Melonie!
MELONIE! YOUR GOING TO BE LATE!!! GET UP!
Chapter 1.1- New kid
I ran down the school halls with only one thing on my mind. Who was she, where was she? But there was one other thing that kept popping up in my head and that was the terrible dreams I've been having lately. I told Merrick in detail about them and he said they'd stop once I found who I was looking for. After all she was responsible. Or her family was at least. As I ran I didn't know why I was in such a rush. I waited 10 years to know, to get my revenge for the murder of my family, but for some reason I couldn't wait another four seconds. I ended up having to wait even longer because of the length of my black baggy pants. I stepped on them and it caused me to trip and stumble to the ground. The floor was wet and the water seeped in to my equally black and baggy shirt. I guess there was a reason to me wearing black and knowing how to read, which I obviously lacked in the former. "Cant you read!!" the angry old lady screeched down at me. "kids these days! Always in a damn hurry!! for what??-" she continued on as she disappeared down the hall. As I laid on the wet floor I mumbled. "Sheesh, what a bitch.."
"Well she did have a pint you know," a voice came from the hall behind me. I quickly crawled to my feet. A blond girl with a serious expression on her face stood there. She was quite attractive, but way too preppy for my taste and from the experience I have had with girls like her in other schools I knew she was going to be trouble.
"It seems I was right, goths cant read worth crap. Must be all those classes you skip?" she said as she pointed to the obvious sign not two feet from where we stood. "And I mean the mop bucket didn't give it away either.." she said rolling her eyes.
"Hey I'm in a hurry ok? Is ther-" I cut off in mid sentence when I saw a slight yellow shimmer surrounding her. "What's with you? Did I grow a second head?" She said annoyed. She crossed her arms. I smiled and said, "I'm sorry, where i come from witches aren't so unpleasant."
"Excuse me? you have a real big attit-" she stopped mid sentence when she realized what I had found out about her.
She looked around as if worried others had heard. Then she shoved me up against the lockers. which caused me to slightly bite my my tongue as my head made contact with the locker.
"Listen and listen close, who ever you are you better leave me the fuck alone. If you don't that pretty little head of yours wont be pretty for much longer..."
I would have done something if it wasn't for the fact that I was shocked out of my mind that a girl like her was so physically aggressive. Her eyes dug in to me like knives. She was angry, and in that moment I was sure she would kill if she had too. I just looked in to her eyes for a second. She seemed to be waiting for a response. My breath picked up speed as I became physically aware at our closeness. I glanced down. Our bodies were as close as they could get. I looked back up in to her eyes and they softened a bit. Her eyes glanced down momentarily and then back up at my eyes her mouth slightly open. I got the feeling she was thinking about kissing me. So i decided to play on it. I grinned.
"Wow, at first I thought you were just some girly bitch. But im liking this tough girl attitude. It's kind of sexy." I said. She tightened her grip and shoved me against the locker again only harder. Air rushed out of my lungs. Then she let go, I fell half way to the floor then caught myself. Before I could say or do anything she turned so her hair swung around her shoulder and then she stormed off. At that point I realized that She matched the description Merrick gave for who I was looking for.
I took a deep breath. This was going to be tougher than I imagined. Especially if I had to get that to trust me. On the bright side she seemed to be attracted to me. Or was that really a good thing? I was relived anyways that the ordeal was over. I didn't need a fist fight my first day. I straightened my shirt and continued to the attendance office. I needed to pick up my schedule. The halls seemed to be quiet on the way and I realized I was also late. Great.
Once I got there I opened up the office door and walked in. At the counter was a woman in her 40s. She had brown hair, it was up in a bun, glasses and a white blows on. She looked up as the door closed behind me.
"Can I help you?" she asked from behind the counter.
"Yeah, I'm new. I just came to get my schedule. The name is Melonie Morgan..." I replied.
She nodded then turned to a stack of papers behind her.
Five minuets later I was on my was back down the hall.
"203, 203.... where is it?..... AHHA!" I said out loud. I opened up the door and walked in. the class room fell silent and everyone was looking at me. Except the teacher who was still witting something on the board. He looked quite young for a teacher, he was probably just out of collage. He was quite attractive actually, he had brown hair blue eyes and the suite he was wearing showed a very muscular body. He wrote a few more words then looked up. He had chiseled features and a nice tan going.
"Oh you must be Melonie Morgan..." He said. I heard giggles and whispers. One voice I recognized.
"That's her... she's a dike... She was checking me out in the hall. I had to put her in her place...." It was the blond from the hall. Great. So she WAS a stupid preppy bitch. She just was one with guts.
"Uh yes...call me Mel though. Melonie... its so... so-"
"Girly?" The blond said and her friends laughed. I gave her an angry look.
"That is enough! Melon- Mel... If you'd take a seat next to Ms. Johnson. I know it wont be pleasant but its the only seat left. I trust you two can be mature about it for now." the teacher said. Blondie scoffed and crossed her arms. I assumed she was who I had to sit next to. Wow this day was going great. I walked over and sat down and as I did she scooted her desk away from mine. And acted appalled like I had rabies or some other horrendous disease. I just smirked. The teacher then continued with his lecture.
"Wow I must be quite important for you to go through so much trouble..." I whispered. She acted like she didn't hear me and got out a notebook and started writing. I crossed my arms and looked to the front of the room. Like she was really paying attention. Girls like her just bat their eye lashes and get others to do their home work for them. the teacher was talking about some junk about chemistry. For a second I forgot why I was even going to high school. Then I remembered. It was because she went to this school. There were tons of witches that went here and I had to find her. Her parents killed my mom and dad and the only way I could get to them was through her. Merrick told a general description but he didn't exactly have a picture. So that was all I could really go on. 'Just my luck its probably IS Blondy...' I thought. Rolling my eyes and internally groaning at the thought.
A few minuets later She stuck a note on my desk. I just stared at it for a moment. I wasn't expecting it at all. I thought she was just writing something to her friends or pretending all together. She noticed my hesitation and leaned over.
"Don't worry I promise it doesn't have a spell on it..." She said in a low voice. Louder she said, "It wont bite..." Her friend giggled again. I rolled my eyes I didn't have time for her games. But then again I was curious. I reached out and picked it up. She was right, no spell. I unfolded it and started reading.
"Hey sorry about before, but I cant let go of appearances here. I have to be a non-witch, straight "-I smiled at the straight part- "unavailable high school girl. I cant be seen with you, but for some reason I want to get to know you. There is something about you. I cant explain what...I don't even know why I'm telling you this.." It was signed Jenna. I looked over at her and smiled. She was looking straight up at the front of the room. Her eyes fixed on the bored like I was invisible. I started writing just under what she wrote.
"Well, Jenna. You've definitely intrigued me. But I cant help but wonder.... Do you slam all the girls you like up against lockers?"
I folded it and passed it to her. As I did the bell rang for next period class. Maybe this wouldn't be as hard as I expected.
This is the story of a girl whose destiny is to change destiny's of others for the greater good of the world. One powerful witch(and I use this term for both male and female)has the destiny to rules the world, however his intentions are not pure and the world has called on the new destiny shifter to change his fate and the the fate of the world. The problem is the new destiny shifter may not be as pure as a destiny shifter should be. Her name is Mel and her revenge plot may risk the the lives of all who live on planet earth. For she is the one who has the power to govern not just her fate but everyones. What will her choice be? Revenge? Or the world?
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BACK STORY:
This book has gone through many many many re-wittings. The character Mel has been shaped by role playing and putting her in different storys through out a lot of my wittings. Yes I will admit, Mel is much like myself, minus the cool powers and the like. I of course do not have the ability to change peoples destiny's either... Mel's character was made at a time in my life where I was very shut out from the world and was dealing with tons of feeling and emotions. Then I never had the guts to do anything about these feelings or to be myself and so Mel gave me a way to do and say what I wish I could do given any situation. So the original destiny shifter was very jumbled and made little since. Sort of like my feelings at the time. However I have finally been able to gather the strength and the mind power to look back through destiny shifter(back the it was lifeshifter) and really assess was I was truly trying to express. The version here will be the jumbled mess pieced together in to my very first book I ever wrote. It may suck, it may rock, I am not sure, but none the less I have decided to share it with you all. So welcome to my world of lesbianism, confusion, magic, power, creation, healing, love, immortality, self discovery, revenge, anger and hate! Now is your last chance to go back before it devours you!
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DESTINY SHIFTER
Chapter 0 - Deception & Hate
Yes looking back hate would be the word. They saw me, they saw me and knew what I was. What I was capable of, what I yearned for. They saw my hunger, my power, my destiny and they were jealous, all of them. So they cast me out. Them fools. They needed me and they new it, but their pride went past that and penetrated the vast blackness, the blackness that was in every witches soul. The part where they think they are better than you just because, Just because you are not like them, because you are different some how. For this reason and this reason alone I clung to him. Because of this I obey what ever it was he told me. He was different in that he saw me and did not see me as a monster but as an equal, someone that made him stronger.
On that night the clouds rolled in and the thunder was so loud I could not hear myself think and the lightning so bright I could not look up in to his eyes when it flashed. The rain came down in sheets as we made our way through the back allies of the city. Most in his position would think of this as dirty work and their pride would be a barrier to their success. Not him, not the man in his dark blue cloak running along side me. No, if you wanted it done right you had to do it yourself. A few fast dashes across the streets and we had made it to our destination. A cute little two story house, white picket fence. They really had it made, those witches, but only at our expense. Even in the dark stormy night it looked peaceful. From the dark shadows we watched as they put their young daughter in her bed, and tucked her in at night. We watched how the priest embraced his loving priestess, and as she lay happily next to him in the bed, whispering of future dreams, hopes and their joint destiny. But tonight I would be the shatterer of their dreams, hopes and destiny. They lye there thinking their death will be peaceful and calm, dieing in their sleep, at an old age. What most in their situation think. Not knowing that bad things can happen to them. Sure maybe other people but certainly not them. Soon however they will know that that is an imposable hope, that they are sadly mistaken, for their deaths will be neither peaceful nor calm and will befall them sooner than expected.
As we descended upon our mark, lights flew on as if by magic, and maybe it was. The screams, shouts and curses filled the air like a chorus. I danced in the Melodie of it all. reveled in it. It was what I was waiting for my whole life, to take this family out, to take their power in to me. And not only that, but to take the one thing they hoped would survive and not destroy it, but corrupt it. When we got to her room, she was just as peaceful as a child of her age should be, all curled up under her blankets. I turned up my black hood and told my partner to do the same. I walked in to the room, as he pulled her parents in behind us. They were bond with magical rope so they could not use there powers on me. They had made a mistake in underestimating me and for that they would pay dearly for.
"Please, please! Don't hurt her! She has nothing to do with this!" they pleaded. How touching. I approached them.
"Do not worry, her destiny is to die, quick and painless...." fear shot through them, and something cracked in side of them. Maybe that was what it looked like when your heart breaks, I could see it in their eyes. The thought of their daughter dieing was horrible, but seeing it was another thing entirely.
"Why are you so, scared? I am the destiny shifter, and I am here to do just that. She will not die tonight." Puzzlement filled with worry played across their faces. "Besides, what kind of victory would this be if I did not conquer her before her death? After all she is going to be the most powerful of all will she not?" As the realization hit them fear went through them like a sharp blade and I was shocked that the blade was not thick enough to make them fall over dead then and there. They had also realized there mistake, and that was excommunicating me from their ranks. I extended my arms and let the anger rage through my arms, let the power flow and the fire came! It consumed them in a beautiful blaze of gold and red. Their screams like a song, a melody... or should I say Melonie...
Melonie....
Melonie.
Melonie!
MELONIE! YOUR GOING TO BE LATE!!! GET UP!
Chapter 1.1- New kid
I ran down the school halls with only one thing on my mind. Who was she, where was she? But there was one other thing that kept popping up in my head and that was the terrible dreams I've been having lately. I told Merrick in detail about them and he said they'd stop once I found who I was looking for. After all she was responsible. Or her family was at least. As I ran I didn't know why I was in such a rush. I waited 10 years to know, to get my revenge for the murder of my family, but for some reason I couldn't wait another four seconds. I ended up having to wait even longer because of the length of my black baggy pants. I stepped on them and it caused me to trip and stumble to the ground. The floor was wet and the water seeped in to my equally black and baggy shirt. I guess there was a reason to me wearing black and knowing how to read, which I obviously lacked in the former. "Cant you read!!" the angry old lady screeched down at me. "kids these days! Always in a damn hurry!! for what??-" she continued on as she disappeared down the hall. As I laid on the wet floor I mumbled. "Sheesh, what a bitch.."
"Well she did have a pint you know," a voice came from the hall behind me. I quickly crawled to my feet. A blond girl with a serious expression on her face stood there. She was quite attractive, but way too preppy for my taste and from the experience I have had with girls like her in other schools I knew she was going to be trouble.
"It seems I was right, goths cant read worth crap. Must be all those classes you skip?" she said as she pointed to the obvious sign not two feet from where we stood. "And I mean the mop bucket didn't give it away either.." she said rolling her eyes.
"Hey I'm in a hurry ok? Is ther-" I cut off in mid sentence when I saw a slight yellow shimmer surrounding her. "What's with you? Did I grow a second head?" She said annoyed. She crossed her arms. I smiled and said, "I'm sorry, where i come from witches aren't so unpleasant."
"Excuse me? you have a real big attit-" she stopped mid sentence when she realized what I had found out about her.
She looked around as if worried others had heard. Then she shoved me up against the lockers. which caused me to slightly bite my my tongue as my head made contact with the locker.
"Listen and listen close, who ever you are you better leave me the fuck alone. If you don't that pretty little head of yours wont be pretty for much longer..."
I would have done something if it wasn't for the fact that I was shocked out of my mind that a girl like her was so physically aggressive. Her eyes dug in to me like knives. She was angry, and in that moment I was sure she would kill if she had too. I just looked in to her eyes for a second. She seemed to be waiting for a response. My breath picked up speed as I became physically aware at our closeness. I glanced down. Our bodies were as close as they could get. I looked back up in to her eyes and they softened a bit. Her eyes glanced down momentarily and then back up at my eyes her mouth slightly open. I got the feeling she was thinking about kissing me. So i decided to play on it. I grinned.
"Wow, at first I thought you were just some girly bitch. But im liking this tough girl attitude. It's kind of sexy." I said. She tightened her grip and shoved me against the locker again only harder. Air rushed out of my lungs. Then she let go, I fell half way to the floor then caught myself. Before I could say or do anything she turned so her hair swung around her shoulder and then she stormed off. At that point I realized that She matched the description Merrick gave for who I was looking for.
I took a deep breath. This was going to be tougher than I imagined. Especially if I had to get that to trust me. On the bright side she seemed to be attracted to me. Or was that really a good thing? I was relived anyways that the ordeal was over. I didn't need a fist fight my first day. I straightened my shirt and continued to the attendance office. I needed to pick up my schedule. The halls seemed to be quiet on the way and I realized I was also late. Great.
Once I got there I opened up the office door and walked in. At the counter was a woman in her 40s. She had brown hair, it was up in a bun, glasses and a white blows on. She looked up as the door closed behind me.
"Can I help you?" she asked from behind the counter.
"Yeah, I'm new. I just came to get my schedule. The name is Melonie Morgan..." I replied.
She nodded then turned to a stack of papers behind her.
Five minuets later I was on my was back down the hall.
"203, 203.... where is it?..... AHHA!" I said out loud. I opened up the door and walked in. the class room fell silent and everyone was looking at me. Except the teacher who was still witting something on the board. He looked quite young for a teacher, he was probably just out of collage. He was quite attractive actually, he had brown hair blue eyes and the suite he was wearing showed a very muscular body. He wrote a few more words then looked up. He had chiseled features and a nice tan going.
"Oh you must be Melonie Morgan..." He said. I heard giggles and whispers. One voice I recognized.
"That's her... she's a dike... She was checking me out in the hall. I had to put her in her place...." It was the blond from the hall. Great. So she WAS a stupid preppy bitch. She just was one with guts.
"Uh yes...call me Mel though. Melonie... its so... so-"
"Girly?" The blond said and her friends laughed. I gave her an angry look.
"That is enough! Melon- Mel... If you'd take a seat next to Ms. Johnson. I know it wont be pleasant but its the only seat left. I trust you two can be mature about it for now." the teacher said. Blondie scoffed and crossed her arms. I assumed she was who I had to sit next to. Wow this day was going great. I walked over and sat down and as I did she scooted her desk away from mine. And acted appalled like I had rabies or some other horrendous disease. I just smirked. The teacher then continued with his lecture.
"Wow I must be quite important for you to go through so much trouble..." I whispered. She acted like she didn't hear me and got out a notebook and started writing. I crossed my arms and looked to the front of the room. Like she was really paying attention. Girls like her just bat their eye lashes and get others to do their home work for them. the teacher was talking about some junk about chemistry. For a second I forgot why I was even going to high school. Then I remembered. It was because she went to this school. There were tons of witches that went here and I had to find her. Her parents killed my mom and dad and the only way I could get to them was through her. Merrick told a general description but he didn't exactly have a picture. So that was all I could really go on. 'Just my luck its probably IS Blondy...' I thought. Rolling my eyes and internally groaning at the thought.
A few minuets later She stuck a note on my desk. I just stared at it for a moment. I wasn't expecting it at all. I thought she was just writing something to her friends or pretending all together. She noticed my hesitation and leaned over.
"Don't worry I promise it doesn't have a spell on it..." She said in a low voice. Louder she said, "It wont bite..." Her friend giggled again. I rolled my eyes I didn't have time for her games. But then again I was curious. I reached out and picked it up. She was right, no spell. I unfolded it and started reading.
"Hey sorry about before, but I cant let go of appearances here. I have to be a non-witch, straight "-I smiled at the straight part- "unavailable high school girl. I cant be seen with you, but for some reason I want to get to know you. There is something about you. I cant explain what...I don't even know why I'm telling you this.." It was signed Jenna. I looked over at her and smiled. She was looking straight up at the front of the room. Her eyes fixed on the bored like I was invisible. I started writing just under what she wrote.
"Well, Jenna. You've definitely intrigued me. But I cant help but wonder.... Do you slam all the girls you like up against lockers?"
I folded it and passed it to her. As I did the bell rang for next period class. Maybe this wouldn't be as hard as I expected.
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