The Power Inside

The thing about living on your own since your teens creates a protective outer layer around one’s heart and soul. Some people can see it, and a select few can feel how closed off you are.

I try to be as friendly as possible since I am a bartender and have been since I was eighteen. Young? Yes, but most places didn’t care since they are supernatural like me. My name is Katiline or Kat, I am turning twenty-five in ten minutes and I am a dragon and Lycan shifter hybrid. I can’t shift into my dragon or Lycan and I am a princess. So there’s that. Oh, I am also over a thousand years old...I’ve lost count after my eight hundredth birthday.

I wipe down the bartop, waiting for the next rush to come in. Currently I am in a grill/tavern called the Hitching Post in Orem, Utah. It is a typical dive bar for locals, cheap good food with good drinks and atmosphere. For me, I chose this place because of the local pack/biker gang. I like how close it is to a college, and to the mountains. They like to stay on the down low and don’t run into The High Council politics.

Let me back up a little bit and explain. All of those stories about monsters? They are real. Oh no poor you, the monsters are real! Get over it. We have been around a lot longer than you, so respect your elders! Ha ha I’ve always wanted to say that! Now humans got some of our history right. If you’re a fan of Supernatural it shows half of what is true in my world. The High Council, that rules over the supernatural world, found out that a demon and an angel were held captive by the writers of the show. (Which is why they are ending the show.) The angel and demon were tortured and only gave away half-truths.

There are many Gods/Goddess’s. Every religion has a little bit of truth, however our Goddess is mainly Nyx. It is told that she was born near the start of time itself. While being the Goddess of night, she mainly create supernatural races with the Goddess of the moon Selene. We have temples, and priestess’s just like any religion in the world now these days. Though I am one hundred percent sure that they copied from us.

So yes, every kind of supernaturals is real. Half of my family is one out of five families of dragon shifters left in the world. The other half is one out of four Lycan families/packs left. My mom and dad are true mates of each blood lines which was a huge deal in my world. They combined the bloodlines with, you guessed it, me! The first hybrid of my bloodlines. Yay me.

As of right now, my family and I are hidden from the High Council and pretty much everyone else in the supernatural world. You see, my family is one of the royal families whom everyone assumes died when our castle was taken over almost two thousand years ago. All together there are five species that are royal blood (or the first of their line). The Lycans, Dragons, Witches, Elves and Demons. The angels were included in the fold but chose to stay out of politics come the time that “Jesus” was around. My mother met him and was not impressed by him, but it takes a lot to impress a dragoness.

The High Council is made up of the strongest and wisest of the supernatural races. They enforce the laws that the Goddess set for all of us. What we didn’t know was that the council was becoming corrupt. My parents were not involved as much since they had the final say on rulings, or judgements that were placed on people that broke the law. Little did they know what was going on behind their backs.

My parents, King Lance and Queen Viviannia (or mom and dad to me), were loved by their people, and had a rule of a thousand years. (As I lovingly tell them that they are older than dirt.) They used to rule all with a tough and compassionate rule. My dad is a huge man around six feet five inches; built like a strong warrior with huge muscles. He has broad shoulders with blonde hair, blue eyes; a square jaw and rugdyly handsome face. My mother is tall, willowy, and graceful with long black hair. She has all black eyes in her preferred human form with no whites showing, humans can’t stare into them for too long as it can be unnerving for them. Dragons have three forms, human, dragon and half dragon (mostly known from the half lycan form known in tales.) For dealing with humans, she would shift her eyes so that they were a blue almost violet color. She is about five feet ten inches and man, is she quick and nimble. I can still feel the sharp slap to the back of my head (due to my smart mouth) from her while it looked as if she didn’t move a muscle.

My parents look like models/Gods with an added beauty that makes everyone stop in their tracks. All of the royal bloods share that unearthly beauty along with a birth mark in the shape that is related to their true form. For my father is was a crescent moon on the side of his thick neck that stretched from his jaw to his collar bone, and my mother a pair of dragon wings that looked like it was tattooed on her back from the top of her shoulders to the top of her “ass” as my father likes to brag. For Witches its a five pointed star somewhere on their body ( I never investigated to see where.) Elves is a vine that is intertwined around their arms and up their shoulders. Vampire's mark is a try blood drops behind their ear on the left side of their necks. Demons? I was never told on what their mark is besides shifting their eyes to all black like my mothers. Mine though? Sadly, that is still a mystery since I can not shift into either of my dragon or Lycan forms. Believe me I have tried.

The entire ruling families were brought down by the head of the High Council, Drake VanKaut, the oldest living vampire and the best friend of my uncle Peter (my mother’s second eldest brother). Drake betrayed us all and nearly got us all killed. Saying that it was time for the lower class to take control. Though I knew deep in my bones it was just so he can take all of the power for himself. Greedy bitch.

Thank the Goddess for my best friend Lillian’s family. They were human servants in our castle, but my mother hated using that term. Lillian’s family hid us in a secret passage way deep under the fifty-acre lake in front of our castle that Drake knew nothing about. My family along with my uncle’s aunt’s and three other dragon shifter families along with some of the Lycans were hidden and smuggled out of our own home while our soldiers were fighting off werewolves, vampires, witches and demons. I was eight at the time of the attack, my sister was six and my little baby brother was five years old.

Little did Drake know was that the oldest and most powerful witch is my aunt on my father’s side. After the Castle was taken over, Aunt Maribeth casted a spell that hid it from anyone that wasn’t royal blood or family. Right in the middle of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado, is where the castle rests, just sitting and waiting for us to return.

Now that tidbit on true mates? The Goddess herself creates true mates for each person, unless they have done something unspeakable against the Goddess’ ways then they are mateless and have a black mark above their heart. True mates can be the same species and some are cross species, which in that case eighty percent of the time does not produce a child. Which makes me even more rare. More than one mate though? Not in our history books, but a second mate is rare (after a true mate dies and the other mate survives). There are some that choose their mates and some just don’t even bother. I personally hope to find a mate that will love me and all of my...disabilities.

Today is the anniversary of when I discovered my powers five years ago. Which brings all of this to mind as I wipe down tables and menus while the late crowd trickle into the bar. Being alive for so long gave me the space in my mind to be the ultimate multitasker. Anyway...

My father is one of the first royal Lycan while his younger sister is a witch and youngest brother is also a Lycan. He told us stories of his oldest sister but never told us what happened to her. My mother and her three brothers and sister are the last of the royal dragon family.

Aging for us is very different from humans. Their lives goes by so quickly. With dragons and Lycans the aging process is slowed down at the age of eighteen when the first shift into a dragon or lycan happens. After that the body slowly ages every thirty human years which is counted as another year older for us. Then at ripe age of twenty-five is where we reach full maturity and the body aging stops. (With me though it is different since I’m two different species? I have no idea since, I am the first one of my kind so I have been winging it. So sue me.)

That is how it is with most of the supernatural species, I know that with Elves it takes close to sixty-five years to reach nineteen years old then thirty years for each year after that until twenty-five years old. So technically I am younger than a thousand years old but due to a charm that my aunt placed on royal blood to help slow our aging even more I am over a thousand years old. Confusing? Totally. Stay with me now.