Many years ago, centuries, millenia, whatever you wish to call them... they are all the same to me. All rolled into one long story that never ends. Back to when I was still human, a mortal as most who live in this world. Before my sister received the bejewelled chest that would change our lives forever.

Things had been simpler then, quieter, slower than they are now. My brothers, my sisters and I had been gathered from our home, a lonely hill we had turned into a home after our parents had died. Men in dark cloaks, their faces hidden by the hoods, their horses black as the midnight sky. No words had been spoken, but we had been taken to a castle known to be haunted.

As peasant children, we had been gifted from many traveling story tellers with the tale of the castle. It was said to be haunted, and bewitched. On nights of the full moon bright lights were said to flash from the windows, and a strange song would play until the wee hours of the morning. As if it were summoning someone or something. The fact we were being taken there did not prove a comfort.

"Mezmora?" I glanced at my younger sister, her blue eyes emphasized by the fear that widened them. "Where are they taking us?" I took her by the hand, feeling the sweaty palm and gave it a squeeze. "I don't know Amery. Wherever we're taken." I didn't let go of her hand, and I could feel her hand tighten around mine. I couldn't blame her for being scared, I was too. Pandora maintained a sense of arrogance, as though she were a queen being escorted to her throne. Some things never change.

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Plot: After the opening of the chest, the six siblings had been changed into different beings. All maintaining their humanity (conscience) but gaining immortality. But the curse had escaped the castle and had transformed others as well, but without leaving the humanity. Pandora: A living statue, cursed to stand before the chest she had opened until all the evil had been destroyed, and the siblings returned before the evil spreads again. Mezmora: A vampire with a soul, as it were, cursed to live immortally and to feast on blood, though she refuses to kill, she does feed on the willing and on those who do wrong. She is gifted with flight, shapeshifting, strong sense of smell, fangs, and pointed ears. She lives in a castle rumored to be haunted on a western cliff of england, surrounded by a large cemetary filled by those killed by other vampires to remind her of what she must do. An old dirt path winds through it, leading across 100 miles of dead land where nothing living thrives before it hits grass. Amery: The hope that remained in the chest, a beautiful elf with the gift of healing and has the ability of premonition and can sense others who had been cursed by the chest. However, as more of a lover than a fighter, she does not harm, but protects. Armand: Black dragon with the ability to breathe fire, ice and lightning. His eyes change color to what he is about to breathe. He lives in a deep cavern, far away from humanity, ashamed of his existance and afraid to hurt others. He lives off the ocean. Damien: A minotaur, cursed to live in the labrynth of his own creation, grazing off the never dying hedges that are ten feet high, and drinking from the fountain at the center, he avoids contact with humanity. He also specializes in earth orientated power. Acron: A Paladin, gifted with the power of light and battle, he is to fight for good and not evil. He also has the gift of teleportation but only to the location of his siblings. He specializes in sword play and in protective spells.

updated Apr 30 '09 by Mezmora