My name is Dawn Weathers, and I am eighteen years old.
I inhabit a body harboring both darkness and light. It has become harder over the years to fight the darkness in me. My mother tries to keep my emotions balanced and my brain focused, but even she fails from time to time. Things changed though when we moved. They changed in a way neither of us expected.
I have always been gifted, but lately my gifts have been becoming more erratic. They’re causing more damage and pulling me into a whirlpool of darkness I never experienced till this last year.
First, let me explain my heritage. My blood is a mixture of Heaven and Hell, celibacy and sin, ebony and ivory, angelic and demonic. I am not immortal though. I am not completely mortal either so it’s safe to assume I have an excellent life expectancy.
My parents love immediately became repudiated by Heaven and Hell. When they befell discovery, the councils declared that they were to be excommunicated. Once immortal entities, all that remained of these living and breathing creatures was their memory. As punishment for their wrongdoing they were stripped of their wings and obligations. There was one thing God would not do, that was strip my mother of me.
They went into hiding after I was born, predominantly small towns and farmlands. Maintaining homes anywhere that had more land and fewer cities. I was a risk the moment I was born. Those that sought to end my life would have a harder time finding me in a rural area. My parents wanted to protect my identity just as much as they wanted to protect their own. They figured if I remained hidden I would live. If I lived I would ascend if I ascend then I would claim my birthright.
They soon learned, though, they could not be together, my father’s constant need for power and glory did not complement my mother’s good nature. So they split; my father taking root in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the big city, and my mother the serenity of the country.