Authoress Note: This is the first fiction that I've published on a online site. The plot and characters in this fiction are inspired by the literature that I have read throughout the years. The reason why I would rather put this in a small unknown corner of the internet instead of on a fiction website is mainly because I have read many fanfictions and found many of them to be fairly mediocre at best. Since I'm not an aspiring writer, nor am I a proficient english speaker, my pride would not allow me to disgrace myself this way.

If you happened to stumble upon this little corner of mine, congratulations, you are probably one of the very few individuals to land on planet vanderia. I thank you for your interest and would appreciate any constructive critism. Without further ado, I present my new fiction: Bloodlines.

Bloodlines

Chapter One: Knowledge of Arcana

The footsteps behind her quickened as she manuvered her way through the labyrinth. Acutely aware of her desperate need for air, she pressed on, her mind frantically searching for an escape route.

"Oh god, if you are up there, send me a sign! Anything!" she mused.

A loud cough to her right caused her to halt abruptly. Filled with a renewed sense of dread, she squinted at the faint outline standing at what looked like an exit to this infinite maze. Taking cover behind the neatly trimmed hedges, she held her breath and crept over slowly towards it. All of a sudden, a heavy hand landed heavily on her shoulder...

"Arghhh!" she screamed, tackling her would-be attacker with a punch that would have made Bruce Lee proud.

"Ouch! Bloody hell, Kaylen," a familiar voice rang out, "What in the world was that for?"

Kaylen woke up with a jolt, her brain still trying to catch up with the series of events. She shielded her eyes from the ray of sunlight bursting happily through the open window.

"Who the hell are... Oh, its just you Collin. Did you get up this early in the morning to clean my floor? How nice of you, but you shouldn't have."

Collin winced in pain as he gently massaged his sore shoulder. "Don't mention it," Collin complained. "I'm glad to see that you have your wits and your sarcasm intact this early in the morning."

Kaylen was about to deliver another cutting remark when she noticed her brother's disheveled appearance and darkened half moons underneath his eyes. "Sorry about that bro, but if you don't mind me saying, you look like hell. As a word of advice, fix that before Aunt Andais gets home or she will fix you." Kaylen then yawned and said, "Now if you would excuse me for not helping you up, my head is currently in pain and has specifically told me to get more rest." With that, she flopped back onto the bed, burying her face under her pillow.

"Alright, ten seconds for you to explain why were you screaming the house down," Collin ordered, as he whipped the pillow away from her clutches.

"Mmm-mhmmm," came her muffled reply.

"I can't hear you!"

"I said bad dream, you insufferable git of a brother!" Kaylen screamed. Now thoroughly awake, Kaylen stormed over to her dresser and began yanking a brush through her thick mass of red curls.

"Number one, quit abusing your hair unless you want to become bald before you hit your thirties. And number two, do you mind telling your dear brother why are you having these nightmares so frequently?" Collin asked as he made himself comfortable on her bed.

"Hell if I know, it has been like this since I turned 20 last week," Kaylen grumbled.

"20 you say? Ah well, can't escape the curse after all. Looks like you have it too," Collin chortled.

"Have what? Your pathetic sense of humour?"

"Did you watch David Blaine last night? It was cool right? Now what if I tell you that I'm cooler than David Blaine?" Collin said, as he fixed his gaze upon the silver hair brush Kaylen was holding and leviated it high up in the air, allowing it to hover vertically over Kaylen's head.

"Haha, very funny. Now, where's the string?" Kaylen asked in disbelief.

Collin smacked his forehead and with a flick of his finger, he dropped the hair brush on top of Kaylen's head.

"I'm serious you stupid idiot. Your life, our lives are in grave danger because of our abilities."

"Okay," Kaylen said, "You have ten minutes to explain before my sanity timer runs out. Go on, I'm all ears."

"Right," Collin rolled his eyes as he continued, "Listen, our family is part of an ancient bloodline that dates back to the times when magic ran freely in the veins of the people. We are one of the last remaining families who still retain the ability to do magic because of the purity of our bloodline and the precautions which our ancestors took to preserve the potency of our magical ability."

"This magic you're talking about," Kaylen raised an eyebrow, " You mean the David Blaine type or the Harry Potter type?"

Resisting the urge to kick his sister in the head, Collin replied, "The Harry Potter type. Now you listen carefully. I don't know how strong your powers are, or even what you are capable of doing. Aunt Andais told me that our magic is affected by our emotions, so I'm sure you know what that means. Don't let your emotions out of control, especially when you are in public. Run if you need to."

"So, what does this have anything to do with my nightmares?" Kaylen piqued.

"You're asking something which I don't have an answer for. Mine started on my twentieth birthday too and it has never ceased, even until now."

"What! Does that mean I have to live with the stupid dream of some half crazed monkey chasing me through a stupid excuse for a maze for the rest of my life?" Kaylen exclaimed.

Collin grinned, "'fraid so, little sister. Just another warning, don't let anyone know that you have these powers. We have some pretty powerful enemies that would love nothing more than having the blood of our ancient bloodline stained on their grubby hands."

With that, Collin sauntered out of the door, leaving a very bemused Kaylen behind in her own thoughts.

;I CREATED A SHEEP!
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