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I’ve had this story playing out in my head for a while now…I just hope it comes out like I wanted.

Sigh…I’ve also wanted to draw out the characters but…they never look right. Besides my skills at drawing are…quaint at best. Grrr…

Alright, well with that said…please welcome: Full Moon! Rise of the Blood Years!

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We are made wise not by the recollection of our past, but by the responsibility for our future.

-George Bernard Shaw

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The Untold Night: Meetings of an Unknown Past

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I had always wondered how I was going to die.

Even as a child, all my thoughts…all my time…all my dreams had been consumed with that single, morbid, possibility.

After all, it was fascinating.

At least…it was to me.

Yeah sure, I was a little strange, but hey, strange was all I had back then. Besides that my life was nothing more than a forgotten bliss.

No parents…no friends…just a cruel grandmother who spoke of name and blood as if they were her life.

Actually…looking back at it now, they probably were. And in some deep, cruel, undeniable level, they were mine as well.

That was until I met him.

He had been different…strange…almost feral even; a wolf locking onto its prey. Beautiful…graceful…and very, very, frightening.

With him a new world had opened up to me.

One of blood…death…and despair.

But even so…I was free.

Free to choose my world…free to choose life…free to choose my love

I was free….

But more importantly, I was with him

I trusted him after all. Felt loyal to him. And…I needed him…needed to be by his side.

It didn’t matter how much pain he had caused me, or how much blood he had taken, for he was my angel…and he was my devil as well.

But most of all…he was my everything.