A starless blanket covered the night when Laura came out of hiding. She smelled the fresh scent – a young blood. Her body reacted with her senses as the wind raced across her determined face. Her swift energy reflected the strength of her majestic body. In this form, she was a mistress of nature.
She found her prey, a juvenile deer lurking in the forest. Her pursuit was short; the deer failed to escape. Her claws ripped through the skin of the poor animal as she bit its neck with her powerful jaws.
A satisfied grin ran across her face.
Then, she caught another scent in the air. A familiarity this war craft remembered. It was her lover, Tom who waited for her.
A lonesome howl stirred the cold air then silence. Laura approached Tom excitedly in her human form.
A frightfully long scream was heard in the cold darkness of the valley where Cassandra ran for her life. Her boyfriend laid drowning in a pool of blood near their car. She never witnessed death unfold from her innocent eyes. Thomas was a fool to defend her, he couldn’t have matched the devilish strength that monster possessed.
She hesitated a moment; took out her father’s golden pendant.
“This will protect you from any danger,” were the words of her departed father.
It was too dark. She tripped on a root: fell, rolled, and twisted. Her body burned with bruises. The creature was on top of her, its fangs gaping with its foul breath.
Then a brilliant light protected her; almost instantly, blue lightning struck the creature from her fingers.
“Merlin’s magical blood runs through me,” she whispered in deafening silence.
After I wrote this story, I looked for information pertaining to Merlin’s legacy. I found out that there was a book written by Quinn Taylor Evans. Coincidentally, the character in this story has lightning powers, ergo light. It fit the character of Merlin’s third daughter in the book. So, I changed the name of my character here to Cassandra.
Bernard looked at himself in the mirror. It’s as if he just saw himself for the first time in years. Since he started his Medical Practice, he forgot how haggard he had become. It surprised him to see a reflection of what he thought was a determined and vigorous young doctor. Was this because of double shifts at the Hospital? The load of patients even at weekends? For what, the prize of a luxurious lifestyle?
He stepped back from the mirror, but, still saw the reflection of springtime from his eyes. He didn’t want this body.
“Daddy?” a small voice called him, “Could you take me to the park this weekend?” she continued hopefully.
It was his five year old daughter.
He stepped out of the bathroom and spoke gently, “From now on, daddy will spend more time with you sweety.”