A Twisted Fate Extras
**SPOILERS**
I know, older versions and all. But they still have spoilers, so wait until you finish the book!
I know, older versions and all. But they still have spoilers, so wait until you finish the book!
The Original Prologue
In the first draft there wasn't a prologue. Neither in the second. But in the third draft I wrote this, before rewriting it the fifth:
In the first draft there wasn't a prologue. Neither in the second. But in the third draft I wrote this, before rewriting it the fifth:
The world around them had changed so drastically. The forests were filled with flame, the streets with death. No one dared leave their home for risk of being spotted by one of them. By a Witch. But that evening, when the moon was high overhead, the convened on the square. They finally agreed sit down and meet with the Hunters. They were meant to be negotiating a truce. But when the Warlock King brought a Sense to the table, dinner was ruined. This woman was blind and sat unflinchingly still.
Mathrel, the First, yelled across the table to the King. "How dare you disgrace this meeting with her presence!" Then he sat back down, smoothing out his shirt. "I demand that she is escorted from the premises."
But the Warlock King but did not permit her leave. Then Mathrel took another look at the woman. He realized then that the woman was also mute, as her mouth hung open revealing the nub that was her tongue. And paralyzed, as she slowly slid further down her chair unable to pull herself up and deaf as she made no attempt to defend herself against the slurs being thrown at her from his comrades.
"Oh you see," the King called to him.
"Why have you brought her here."
"Tonight and only on this night, this woman will stand. And she will speak and see. Tonight and only on this night she will tell us the future." Mathrel watched the man was she slumped in her chair and stared off blankly. "Enid, stand."
For moment the woman sat still and the King almost thought he grabbed the wrong woman. Then suddenly her neck snapped forward and she ripped herself from the chair. Then, in a dark raspy voice, she yelled "Gentlemen!" She pulled off her cloak and threw to the ground in front her. She stood with her arms, letting the moonlight soak into her dark ebony skin. "I speak truth. You may not want to hear it and you may call me a liar. But I speak truth!" She pulled herself on top of the table and crawled down to Mathrel. She was inches from his face when she said, "The Leadership will fall."
Instantly upset, he shoved the away from him.
She fell from the table. "I speak truth! The Leadership will fall! At the hands of a child, no less." Mathrel turned his glare to her. "The child will born with eyes of fire. A hot burning red. But won't last, no. It will fade to a soft blue. She will a powerful, almost unstoppable Witch." Then suddenly she was up and standing in his face. "The child will be the end of the Leadership of Hunters." He went to push her again, but she grabbed his hand, pulling it in rest between her breast. "But until then you will reign."
"No!" The Warlock King suddenly yelled.
"You will continue to destroy Witches, slowly dwindling their numbers. Killing them but not dying. No, they will fight with all their might. But you will kill them."
"No."
She turned and threw Mathrel's hand down and began across the table to the Warlock King. "Yes, Your Majesty." When she could she grabbed his face in her hands. "Yes, because they will also have the child. Pure and selfless at heart. She will bring the Council to its knees like a ship under waves."
"NO!" She shoved the woman off the table.
She hit the ground with a scream and instantly she was back up. "Yes! And until the birth, you will fight in silence! Until you are forgotten! Hunters and Witches you will fight silently behind the human world, they will call you myths and stories." She grabbed his face again and stared at him a long moment. "You will all end."
"This is a farce." He pushed the woman. "I vow to you, Mathrel, a day will come when when we walk the Earth again and humanity will die!"
So much for negotiating, as this night put in place a series of events that could never be altered.
Mathrel, the First, yelled across the table to the King. "How dare you disgrace this meeting with her presence!" Then he sat back down, smoothing out his shirt. "I demand that she is escorted from the premises."
But the Warlock King but did not permit her leave. Then Mathrel took another look at the woman. He realized then that the woman was also mute, as her mouth hung open revealing the nub that was her tongue. And paralyzed, as she slowly slid further down her chair unable to pull herself up and deaf as she made no attempt to defend herself against the slurs being thrown at her from his comrades.
"Oh you see," the King called to him.
"Why have you brought her here."
"Tonight and only on this night, this woman will stand. And she will speak and see. Tonight and only on this night she will tell us the future." Mathrel watched the man was she slumped in her chair and stared off blankly. "Enid, stand."
For moment the woman sat still and the King almost thought he grabbed the wrong woman. Then suddenly her neck snapped forward and she ripped herself from the chair. Then, in a dark raspy voice, she yelled "Gentlemen!" She pulled off her cloak and threw to the ground in front her. She stood with her arms, letting the moonlight soak into her dark ebony skin. "I speak truth. You may not want to hear it and you may call me a liar. But I speak truth!" She pulled herself on top of the table and crawled down to Mathrel. She was inches from his face when she said, "The Leadership will fall."
Instantly upset, he shoved the away from him.
She fell from the table. "I speak truth! The Leadership will fall! At the hands of a child, no less." Mathrel turned his glare to her. "The child will born with eyes of fire. A hot burning red. But won't last, no. It will fade to a soft blue. She will a powerful, almost unstoppable Witch." Then suddenly she was up and standing in his face. "The child will be the end of the Leadership of Hunters." He went to push her again, but she grabbed his hand, pulling it in rest between her breast. "But until then you will reign."
"No!" The Warlock King suddenly yelled.
"You will continue to destroy Witches, slowly dwindling their numbers. Killing them but not dying. No, they will fight with all their might. But you will kill them."
"No."
She turned and threw Mathrel's hand down and began across the table to the Warlock King. "Yes, Your Majesty." When she could she grabbed his face in her hands. "Yes, because they will also have the child. Pure and selfless at heart. She will bring the Council to its knees like a ship under waves."
"NO!" She shoved the woman off the table.
She hit the ground with a scream and instantly she was back up. "Yes! And until the birth, you will fight in silence! Until you are forgotten! Hunters and Witches you will fight silently behind the human world, they will call you myths and stories." She grabbed his face again and stared at him a long moment. "You will all end."
"This is a farce." He pushed the woman. "I vow to you, Mathrel, a day will come when when we walk the Earth again and humanity will die!"
So much for negotiating, as this night put in place a series of events that could never be altered.
The Original Epilogue
In the second draft I wrote this before rewriting it in the fifth draft, which is in the official copy:
In the second draft I wrote this before rewriting it in the fifth draft, which is in the official copy:
Angel dropped to his knees in front of Evangeline's body. He pulled her into his chest and wept into her hair.
"This isn't fair," he cried. "Why did this have to happen?"
Edmund was behind him then. He put his hand on Angel shoulder and squeezed. He would would never let Angel see it but he was just as devastated by Evangeline's death. Agony ripped through his body like a razor sharp comb. He knelled down next to Angel, biting his lip. Angel looked up at him, his face pink and splotchy.
"Why?" He asked again.
Edmund let his mouth fall open. Blood dripped off his lip, over his chin. He strained to speak for a moment before he said, "I don't know." Then his defenses fell. Angry tears streamed his face as he grit his teeth to fight them. "I don't know, man."
Angel pulled Edmund in to hug him and together, over Evangeline's quickly decaying body, they mourned her.
"This isn't fair," he cried. "Why did this have to happen?"
Edmund was behind him then. He put his hand on Angel shoulder and squeezed. He would would never let Angel see it but he was just as devastated by Evangeline's death. Agony ripped through his body like a razor sharp comb. He knelled down next to Angel, biting his lip. Angel looked up at him, his face pink and splotchy.
"Why?" He asked again.
Edmund let his mouth fall open. Blood dripped off his lip, over his chin. He strained to speak for a moment before he said, "I don't know." Then his defenses fell. Angry tears streamed his face as he grit his teeth to fight them. "I don't know, man."
Angel pulled Edmund in to hug him and together, over Evangeline's quickly decaying body, they mourned her.
