With Your Blood I Awaken
Summary:

There hate was legendary.

There deeds controversial.
But there love is.
Epical.
Travel with me to the world of love, depression,
magic, oppression.
A tragedy
In the middle of the most gruesome wars
in this century

Chapter I

(General Aqullis' pov)

These were the days when darkness has fallen. She looms everywhere. Beside you, in the bed, in the bathroom, and even in your dreams, she haunts. But I have known this to happen for many years now. Not sure when or how, but sure that it will appear.

It has been years since I have finished my mage training under the apprenticeship of one of the strongest warlocks of this century. 16 years to be exact. I had joined the Organization of Crescens and used my magic for evil purposes. Slowly I rose into the ranks of my father, the cruor infinitas. The cruor infinitas , which she despised.

She, who holds the only beauty left in this world, is somewhere there, fighting against me. I do not know if she despises me, or if she understands me and forgives me. I could never really predict her thoughts. She never fails to surprise with her brilliance.

Draconigena was where I met her. Draconigena was like a home to me. The only home I have ever grand castle built by the noble dragons in which they had imparted there wisdom of magic to the mortals before they got extinct. But now it lies in shambles at my feet. She is still there, trying to defend that school, together with her friends and family. She will fail, which is something new to her.

I am now first in command of the C rescens, who were formerly under the command of a wretched little man not even fit enough to wipe the dirt beneath my boots. What happened to their former leader you ask?

He is dead, simple as that. I am an Aquillis after all. And no one commands an Aqullis. Not even my father survived my wrath. I killed everyone in the cruor infinitas, knowing that they were all loyal to that oaf.

Their faces were sickening. They were weaklings, who groveled for power. They were like dogs begging for a few scraps from the table. Why should I want to be like them I'm destined for greater things?

My father. should I have spared him, because he is my father. No, I have no care for him. To think of it I have not cared for anyone except her, She made known to me that my heart existed. Then she kills it. Wicked, cruel, heinous, are some of the words that come to mind. But it does not matter now. I will gain my power. And they will bow down to me.

Thousands of black mages surround Draconigena. All of them were wearing brown cloaks with hoods on their heads. They desperately try to get into Draconigana. Their efforts though were futile. Even if the high masters defense barrier was already destroyed, something was still protecting it.

A girl at the age of 16 stand behind the walls of Draconigena, with her hands raised and her eyes not breaking eye contact from the wall.

This girl was very young indeed but strong magick flowed through her veins. Her features resembled her mother. She had a perfect oval face, heart shaped lips, and a gracefully slender nose. But there were a few things that differed her from her mother. She had inherited her father's eyes, those piercing amethyst eyes with long lashes. She also got from him his jet-black hair, though it was slightly wavy.

Her mother was named after the goddess of harvest and fertility. So it was predictable that she would be named Juno, after the goddess of all god's and goddesses.

It was actually quite remarkable, for a teenager to be able to ward of 20 battalions. But she was trained to fight these friends since the day she was born.

The teachings in Draconigena changed drastically, since General Aquillis rose to power. It had been a constant war between the light mages and the dark mages that they had to recruit even the youngest of mages.

Draconigena became a training ground for warriors. They were taught, the Ancient Arts of warfare and Invocation of the watch towers.

These were truly dark times. Children are plucked from the arms of their loving parents and taught to be warriors. Then after years they are sent to fight their so-called enemies.

The younger ones don't even know why they fight. What caused the war exactly? They were not taught this. And the incidents that occurred happened even before they were born.

Some of them die fighting for something they don't understand. Sacrifices had to be made, but sometimes it was just too vile to accept. The future looked bleak.

Juno was getting weak from holding off the enemies. But she had to concentrate. The masters and the apprentices had to escape. She had to protect them.

Master Potus called for her to board the magical ferry with them. But she cannot board. She was going to stay there. The minute she relinquishes her post, the crescens will have free reign over Draconigena. She can't risk it until they were gone.

"Juno, you have to come now. We can not leave you here." Cried Vincent. Vincent was her brother. He was younger than her by 2 years. She would surely miss him.

Everyone was aboard already and they had safely taken off. The crescens were surprised when they saw the ferry hover away. They tried hexing it but Juno had also put a warding spell on the ferry. After they were already safe she put down her hands and collapsed on the floor. Almost all her energy had been drained out after 5 hours of focusing all her magick. She stared at the place were Vincent called for her, where he had pleaded for her to escape with him. That was the last time that she would be able to see him as her brother. She never even got to say goodbye.

She heard rumbling noises from the enemy's footsteps. "Goodbye Vincent.." was her last words before she fell unconscious.

A/n: Sorry for the wrong name thing this was meant to be a fan fiction. But because this was a better story from the one I'm writing now I wanted to post it here. So I changed a lot of things while typing it. Some information I had to do research about. I'm sorry Siri Lupin for the mistake and thank you for pointing it out. That would have been a disaster.