Prologue

Emmett’s point of view

August 21, 1904

As I walked into the darkened crumbling hallway, I thought about my new assignment. I was ordered to watch this girl. She was supposed to be a protector for our world. The magical world, known as Deliverance. Deliverance for my people and hers. The British Elite, Paramour. Lovers to us all, and powerful rulers. Witches, none the less. This girl that I was supposed to watch, follow, guide, her name Novalee Johnson.

“Emmett” barked the cloaked man. His heavy italian accent trailed across the room. The man revealed his naked arm. His rust colored arm revealed a tattoo, the black cross stood boldly on his arm. The cross meant we were forced to serve The Paramour in they’re conquest. My brethren all stood around and waited for me. We all looked alike, rust colored skin, with black cloaks. “Come here now!”.

I quickened my pace. When I was a few feet away, I bent down in front of him. He smelled of soot and coal. I spoke slowly, but with confidence. “Father”.

“Stay there, you ungrateful boy. I hope you can handle this girl. If she’s anything like her mother, you will have your hands full. The Johnson women aren’t a laughing matter. If you do or say anything the Akramal will be ruined”.

“Father, I will not disappoint you. This girl, is nothing more than an assignment. I will make everyone at the Akramal including you, happy, and proud. Father. You do not have to worry about my alliance father. And, for your information in eighteen years of age”.

Before I could even blink, someone grabbed my jet black hair. Someone held a dagger against my neck. I could feel the cold sharpness against my neck.

“ How dare you speak to him that way” someone said in anger.

Everyone stared at me as I spoke. If anything I said offended my father or the Akramal, I could be killed in a moment.

“ENOUGH!! Emmett you will go to London, it will take you three days to get there. Now when you get there, you will meet someone. That someone will be Robbert. Robbert, has experience with these foolish girls. He wooed her mother, into giving him the power. But instead she bounded the magic to her daughter. Damn witch! Follow Robbert. He will teach you everything about this… Novalee Johnson. This is an important job. We need her on our side. We need that power! Do you understand?” the old man barked.

I stared into his black coal eyes. If I failed my family, the Akramal. I could die. “ Father, you have nothing to worry about. This girls power will be ours. You will not have to worry about her. Father”.

The old man’s brittle face spread into a wide grin. He nodded his head slowly, and I was off to London. The only thing I knew from my meeting, was that this assignment would be difficult. I’ve seen the pictures of the mother Cecilia Johnson and one of Novalee. Her auburn hair shined brightly, even through the picture. Her skin was pure white almost albino. Her gray eyes pierced through the picture.

I couldn’t help but think the she was beautiful. I couldn’t stop staring at the picture of her. I imagined the picture and I were talking. I finally broke my gaze, and hit my head. I was dreaming. I woke with a start, sweat dripped from my brow.

“ Time to get off. Time to get off. The Bountiful has stopped at London” called the conductor. I sighed a long sigh as I walked the green and black corridors exiting off the train. My first opinion of London is it’s dark and dreary. And nothing good will come from it.