Immortal Mate: The Roma Academy
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Immortal Mate: The Roma Academy
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Summary
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-Diana's POV-
A vast sea. A forest really but a sea of trees.
I stand on a cliff looking at the beauty of this world. A world that helps me forget my own sorrow and grief.
With a smile, I take a step forward and let myself fall. A fall that most likely would kill a normal human or even a normal supernatural being but that is not the case for me. I am more than what I seem after all.
I land safely, just like a cat would, and then I take in a run. My long hair flips as the wind hits it in a wild manner. I feel wild when I run in nature like this. It is a place barely touched by men.
I end on a small river bank where the steam is just to my ankles.
As I have done often of times before, I lie on the flat rocks as the water passes by me, not caring that I am getting wet.
I look up at the sky where my mother shines on me, big and bright. And as I do many times before, I talk to her but she never responds back. Not anymore anyway.
"You grace us with your presence yet gift us with your silence. Why, mother?"
There is no anger in my words. I have known her to be this way always and I harbor no anger towards her but I almost gasp myself out of existence when finally, she speaks.
"Diana...daughter..."
"Mother!"
"Diana...my favorite and most loyal of my daughters. My creations... my children... they need your help. Help them, Diana. You must go!"
I gasp. "Mother?"
It has been centuries since I heard her voice but as always, it is like beautiful music.
---A few days later---
I lay eyes on a beautiful golden-eyed man. I haven't seen the likes of someone like him since the four. He is a gifted one.
"Yes?" He spews out. "Who are you?" His inquisitive words hold anguish. I can hear it in the vibration of his tone. I can feel it by his aura.
The word "kindred" comes to mind. Somehow, it feels like we are the same. We both have been through plenty of sorrow.
Putting those thoughts away, I take in a deep breath before I speak. "Shouldn't a gentleman give his name first before asking it from a maiden?"
"If there was a gentleman in this room I would say yes but all there is here is me, a tired, bitter, and angry old man."
"Old? Hardly." I whisper. "Diana." I say, giving him my name.
He stares at me almost as if he dares to hope, but I can see he crushes that spark and bitterly responds. "Marco. What do you want?"
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