Scars and Burns (No Light Without the Dark #1)

Prologue

A war torn land. Brother slaughter brother. Sisters betrayed each other. The land of Avalon was all but lost.

Three-hundred years the war has raged on. For three-hundred years Fae of the same land massacred one another. The three realms once a peaceful continent now a battlefield. The rivers run red with the blood of our fallen.

Two princes inherited thrones with vengeance in their eyes and the desire of death in their hearts. The land divided, all because I chose another.

I stare down at my fallen mate in my arms. His chest lay bare. His skin torn open. The gaping wound where his heart use to reside now an empty cavern. I brought him back once, thinking it’d be enough. But my light could not prevail. He is not just my mate. Our bond is greater than that. Our souls are woven together just like the heavens and the earth. One cannot exist without the other.

A shadow peers over us. The shadow of the male I once thought to be my mate. The shadow of the male you has bound himself to me. The shadow of the male that ripped the heart of my true mate’s out of their chest.

I look up into the night sky. The stars are without number just as is our dead. But the sky lacks one crucial thing. The moon. The spirit of the Goddess is absent. She has abandoned us. Disapproving of what has become of her world.

The land has been divided long enough. The world we know has fallen into chaos. Dark spirits as well as good roam this land freely. Throwing the magic of the cosmos out of balance.

It cannot continue.

I cradle my mate one last time in my arms, making him this vow. You are my light in the dark. My soul forever fated to yours. I bind my soul to yours, in this life and the next, and for all our lives to come. There is no me without you. Us together in perfect harmony. The balance of life and death.

I push the last of my magic into the earth. Banishing the spirits back to to their own lands. Ceasing the fighting.

Looking up at the male that still holds the blood dripping heart in his hands. He crouches down in front of me, to say, “You may have stopped the fighting now. You may have chose him. But do not worry. I have harnessed the power of rebirth, defying death, escaping its fate. I will be here in every one of your lifetimes with him. Ensuring one of you dies so that you may never truly mate.”

Then I fade, reappearing in the sky.