Prologue

Life has a way of throwing a person curve balls when they least expect it. Like a proverbial vortex of chaos and happiness, everything spun like a twister from one scenario to another. My life seemed perfect, it was just my mother and I for many years. I never imagined life could change the way it did. I can still recall the moment I met him. The man who became the only father I have ever known.

 I owe everything to him, I never would have discovered my true self, never would have opened my eyes to the darkness right in front of me. To a world of supernatural’s I never thought was possible.

My name is Molly Fawns, my mother is Lucinda Fawns. We live in Liverpool, England. I have been here for as long as I can remember. I love this city. It is so fun, there are so many amazing sights. I wish I could say that life has been gloriously perfect. When you are a child, you are led to believe that then, one day you wake up and realize that life never is. For many years it was always mum and I. Some of my memory as a youngster is foggy. I remember running outside in the yard playing with dolls which she made. I was around four years old. I wore a white dress with lavender lace. I always wore white. Mother used to say it was a sign of my purity, and the purple sash she said was the symbol of my power inside of me. I never could understand what she meant. I used to think she was referring to the power of being a woman. My mother was always pro woman. She believed that women had the power to rule the world. One day, I saw her doing some strange activity. I thought she had not seen me. I was wrong.

Later, she had just given me some tea during our “afternoon teatime.” It looked pretty, like pink rose petals and tasted sweet. There was look in her eye like she was plotting my demise. I never thought anything of it, I believed that she was angry with me, I was a young child, and I did not realize how wrong I could be about the coming events that would steal away most of my life.

The following day, I was at school when I cried out in pain. I collapsed out of my desk chair. I was rushed to the hospital. I developed a severely high fever. I slipped into a coma for several months from what I was told.

I awoke six months later. Mother at once took me home to a new house. She had bought one in a different neighborhood, on a secluded street. It was just outside of the city. Quiet, and peaceful. We had a big backyard near a forest. I would love to say I had fond memories spent there. After I had awoken, we realized that I did not have any feeling in my legs. I became an invalid for several years. Mother began giving me mixtures that she created. She loved to invent new "drinks" as she called them. They looked ghastly and tasted horrid. This was her homemade medicine for my condition. She had never said what exactly my condition was. Doctors were baffled as to what happened to me, which caused me to be in such a state. I had attended school in the beginning, after coming out of my coma. The nurses at the school had me examined by doctors to try and understand my ailment. Each examination came back, that I was healthy. My doctors had told me that I had developed a deathly high fever at an early age. They had commented that the fever would not cause my coma or paralysis.

Mother says the fever spread all over my body and I lost ability in my legs. Within time, she found out about the doctors and banished them from seeing me. She also stopped allowing the neighbors to escort me to school. She hired a private tutor, and on days when I was not being taught, I was kept isolated in my room. She cared for me for years when she was home and not working. For a long time, it was just her and I. I felt so happy as a little girl. I loved the attention she gave me. There were days where I could not help but wonder why I did not have a father? I always saw other children with a mother and a father. It felt like our lives would be easier if I had a father as well. There other families seemed so happy and natural.

I never spoke to my classmates about my father’s absence. People would ask and I said that he was away on business. I would wait until I came home and inquire about my mother. When I first asked, she had a shocked and angry look on her face. The first time, she changed completely. Darkness filled her eyes, for a moment I was a bit afraid of her, I wanted to cringe, but I faked a smile while speaking to her. She would collect herself and change the subject. Over time, when I was constantly asking, she started to walk away from me. Some days she would suddenly become aggressive, and snarl at me. Broken hearted, I stopped inquiring about the mysterious man that I had never met.

Time, however, has a way of changing everything. Mother did not know her actions that she took set certain things in motion for me that she was not able to stop.