The Story In My Dreams

I keep having this dream that spills over into my waking life. It involves the power inherent in the number 3, which is a very important number for me and has been since I was 7, but that’s another story.

In this dream, there are three basic kinds of supernatural beings. On the one hand, there are werewolves, which are intemperate, unpredictable, and able to change their shape—though not always able to control this ability. They think in erratic, conceptual, and experiential ways. They age more slowly than humans, but they do age. They can assume the appearance of any age they have actually been. They heal quickly. They’re very strong and they’re faster than humans. They have no overt magic, but they do have sense magic. They also have pack magic. They can be born or infected.

There are also vampires in this dream. They are very fast, both mentally and physically, and they are stronger than humans. Their thinks is analytical, precise. They’re always several steps ahead, but they are less aware of their own experiences and emotions. They do not age. They can drink blood, which makes them feel stronger, but they do not have to, nor were they ever really “intended” to do so. Human blood is like a drug to them. They are hard to damage, but hard to heal. Their wounds rarely kill them, because they are very difficult to kill. They have some overt magic, but no sense magic. They also have clan magic. They can be born or infected.

There are also sorcerers and sorceresses. They are very much like humans. They have no super strength and no super speed. They have no super physical abilities; they can’t heal (without magic) and they’re definitely not invincible. They age more slowly than humans, but not as slowly as werewolves. After a few hundred years, they’ll die of old age—if they live that long. They have a lot of overt magic and a lot of sense magic. They can combine their powers, but there is no specific social order they must adhere to for the sake of their survival. They are born.

If a human is infected by a werewolf there is approximately a 1 in 6 chance the human will survive to become a werewolf. If a human is infected by a vampire there is approximately a 1 in 8 chance the human will survive to become a vampire. If a werewolf is infected by a vampire there is approximately a 1 in 150 chance that the werewolf will survive to become a hybrid. If a vampire is infected by a werewolf there is approximately a 1 in 250 chance that the vampire will survive to become a hybrid. If a sorcerer or sorceress is infected by either a werewolf or a vampire, then the sorcerer or sorceress dies—there is no transformation and there is no cure. If there is interbreeding, a child may or may not have the power of one or the other parent, but never both. A fetus that is a werewolf will transform in the womb, so a mother must be a werewolf and must stay in wolf form throughout the pregnancy or her insides might be shredded by the transformation of her fetus.

There is a legend, a very, very old legend that few believe, in which a sorceress is somehow made into a vessel carrying the blood of all three supernatural races and that this sorceress will bear a child that will change the world, for good or for evil.

My character is a teenage girl on the verge of adulthood who doesn’t know she’s a sorceress. She doesn’t know her teacher, who is a bit too interested in her, is a vampire. She doesn’t know that boy she broke up with when she moved here was really a werewolf who is eighty years older than her. She finds out the truth when her teacher assaults her and her ex-boyfriend saves her—and slobbers on her—only to discover that she’d already been bitten. Maybe it’s because she is a sorceress with 6 of the 12 lines of sorcery running through her veins—a rarity in itself. Maybe it’s because she was infected with both species simultaneously. Maybe it’s because of divine intervention or good medical care or something else.

She survives.

Her life, everything she knew about her reality, does not.

One scene that keeps playing through my head is this young woman with a man she comes to love—a hybrid—being surrounded by enemies. In this scene, he doesn’t yet know what she is, because she’s hidden the “senses” she emits. All he knows is that even he can’t save them from so many. She tries to tell them to back off. She warns them that they don’t know what they’re dealing with. She tells him, “No matter what happens, stay right next to me. Do not run. Trust me.” She tries again to tell them to just leave her alone. She begs them and then as they start closing in more closely around them…a magical force shoots out in a circle from around her, and the man she loves, and washes over their enemies. It’s like a very bright light, but afterwards there’s nothing left behind but scorched and scarred earth. The earth is damaged for miles. It’s like an atomic bomb, but the “radiation” is pure magic. He figures out what she must be. A force like that hasn’t existed for thousands of years and has never before come from one single person.

I imagine what it would be like to be this girl, to never know about magic until becoming a being with more power than any single human being should ever have. I imagine that she’d try to deny the legend, because, if the legend is true, she’s destined to carry a child that will be even more powerful than she is and who may turn out to be good or evil depending on what she does. I imagine how terrifying that thought would be. I imagine just how many beings and groups—who’ve had hundreds of years or more to prepare themselves—would be after her, because they wanted to be the ones to rock the cradle that would truly rule the world. Some of them are “good,” though not in terms she would agree with considering they basically intend to enslave her for her womb and her child for his or her power. Some of them are obviously evil. I imagine how difficult it would be for those who truly want to help her, knowing that she could destroy them without even meaning it.

I want to tell this story. But it’s not ready and I don’t have the energy to do it. I have bits and pieces—a place to start if I had the time. I close my eyes and it comes so easily. This roguish hybrid who is only a hybrid because his vampire bride tried to kill him. He’s the father of her first child, which is a very powerful hybrid (even though that’s not supposed to happen), but he’s not a tri-bred like her, so he’s not the destined child. He’s the big brother, kind of like John the Baptist. I close my eyes and I see the young man who is destined to father her legendary child. He’s got the other 6 lines of sorcery running through his veins, which is why her child is so much more powerful than she is; but, that would make it a love triangle and I really don’t like the idea of the sorcerer lover and the hybrid lover fighting over her. I close my eyes and see the man who is kind enough and brave enough to be her mentor. He’s a sorcerer, but he has to find others to teach her the other skills. He sees quickly that she got all the strengths of each supernatural species, but few of the weaknesses. He also sees that her abilities are synergistic; they’re exponents of each other, they don’t simply multiply each other. He also sees what so few do—that she’s really just a young girl who is very afraid and who has good reason to be.

I want to know more. Do you?

 

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About Stephanie Allen Crist

Stephanie created and produces ComeSootheYourAchingSoul.com in answer to a call from God to use her experiences and gifts to help others. Stephanie is also the author of www.StephanieAllenCrist.com and two books that can be found on that site. Stephanie strives to share her love, faith, and talents in an inclusive manner to help others who know spiritual pain and who know the bitter taste of the dregs of despair.
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