When Midnight Comes
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,154
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
When Midnight Comes
A/N: This story switches from first person to third person, and between different characters. I’m sorry if it’s confusing, it’s how I write. Live.
This story does contain explicit sex. I refuse to put all those warnings in the description or in front of the scene, because people should pay attention to the rating. I also refuse to cut it out, because it happened to the characters. Just know that the story will NOT revolve around sex.
Copyright info: When Midnight Comes and all of it’s components are copyright Emily L. Foreman, all rights reserved. Do not duplicate. Violaters will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.
Now that I’m done with my notes and all the stuffy legal jazz, Let’s get on with the story!
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Chapter One: Memory
Uncertainty is a horrible thing to live with. Not knowing whether you will wake up in the morning, whether you will live to see the end of the day. Not knowing if anyone would care if you just died with no warning at all. Most people would go insane if they were faced with something like that.
Unfortunately, this is exactly what I have had to live with for exactly one hundred and fourteen years of my immortal life. And I’m still not sure that I’m not insane. Bound to a being whose existance could go on until the end of the world… or whose existance could end noon tommorrow, leaving me dead on the sidewalk.
I suppose I should begin at the beginning…
I have been a dragon for one hundred years, which tells you a little about why I am the way I am. My name is Draconic, too big of a mouthful for everyday use. Dracilanitarikatiranif de Myshinekilinatinanut, courtesy of a dragon. My first name means ‘dragon who was once human’. My human friends call me Tari.
When I was fourteen years old, I wan’t the way I am now. Not just physically, though my appearance has changed a lot, but mentally. I wasn’t bitter, callus. I wasn’t full of mistrust and loathing for the one who made me this way. Having your son stolen from you and your daughters killed in front of your face by the same one who helped you bring them into the world, that can do it to you.
I was homeschooled by my parents, because of where I lived. God, my parents. I can’t even remember what they looked like. I only know what they must have been like because I remember my appearance. I had my mother’s steriotypical Irish red hair, but my father was an Englishman. Dark hair, stunning blue eyes. I guess I have my father’s eyes.
We lived in the countryside of southern Ireland. The land around the house was mostly devoted to father’s farm. The front of the house was mom’s shop. She sold the most beautiful blown glass. There was a forest only a little ways in front of the house. I remember that when I was little, three maybe, I used to love playing there.
Our neighbors, few and far between as they were, called me The Fey Girl. I had a very odd connection with the many magicks that blanketed the land. Some said that my mother must have had Fey blood in her. That would explain more than it didn’t.
My name? What was my name, all those years ago? Hell if I remember. I know that sounds horrible, but it’s not, not really. It has been a hundred years. So I’ve forgotten my birth name.
//Tara! Please come away from the forest, there are wolves in there! It’s just not safe…\\\\
Tara. That’s my name. Was my name. Tara, Tari. It’s ironic really, how similar the two are.
…If only the wolves had been the only things in that forest…
This story does contain explicit sex. I refuse to put all those warnings in the description or in front of the scene, because people should pay attention to the rating. I also refuse to cut it out, because it happened to the characters. Just know that the story will NOT revolve around sex.
Copyright info: When Midnight Comes and all of it’s components are copyright Emily L. Foreman, all rights reserved. Do not duplicate. Violaters will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.
Now that I’m done with my notes and all the stuffy legal jazz, Let’s get on with the story!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter One: Memory
Uncertainty is a horrible thing to live with. Not knowing whether you will wake up in the morning, whether you will live to see the end of the day. Not knowing if anyone would care if you just died with no warning at all. Most people would go insane if they were faced with something like that.
Unfortunately, this is exactly what I have had to live with for exactly one hundred and fourteen years of my immortal life. And I’m still not sure that I’m not insane. Bound to a being whose existance could go on until the end of the world… or whose existance could end noon tommorrow, leaving me dead on the sidewalk.
I suppose I should begin at the beginning…
I have been a dragon for one hundred years, which tells you a little about why I am the way I am. My name is Draconic, too big of a mouthful for everyday use. Dracilanitarikatiranif de Myshinekilinatinanut, courtesy of a dragon. My first name means ‘dragon who was once human’. My human friends call me Tari.
When I was fourteen years old, I wan’t the way I am now. Not just physically, though my appearance has changed a lot, but mentally. I wasn’t bitter, callus. I wasn’t full of mistrust and loathing for the one who made me this way. Having your son stolen from you and your daughters killed in front of your face by the same one who helped you bring them into the world, that can do it to you.
I was homeschooled by my parents, because of where I lived. God, my parents. I can’t even remember what they looked like. I only know what they must have been like because I remember my appearance. I had my mother’s steriotypical Irish red hair, but my father was an Englishman. Dark hair, stunning blue eyes. I guess I have my father’s eyes.
We lived in the countryside of southern Ireland. The land around the house was mostly devoted to father’s farm. The front of the house was mom’s shop. She sold the most beautiful blown glass. There was a forest only a little ways in front of the house. I remember that when I was little, three maybe, I used to love playing there.
Our neighbors, few and far between as they were, called me The Fey Girl. I had a very odd connection with the many magicks that blanketed the land. Some said that my mother must have had Fey blood in her. That would explain more than it didn’t.
My name? What was my name, all those years ago? Hell if I remember. I know that sounds horrible, but it’s not, not really. It has been a hundred years. So I’ve forgotten my birth name.
//Tara! Please come away from the forest, there are wolves in there! It’s just not safe…\\\\
Tara. That’s my name. Was my name. Tara, Tari. It’s ironic really, how similar the two are.
…If only the wolves had been the only things in that forest…