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This page will be my scrapbook version of my new book, "Craft of the Anarchy", by -EMObecky To start, I would like to say thankyou to everyone who reads this. (It's not quite finished yet.) (I will write it here as i write it as abook.) (i know, they have weird names.)
'Angela, dear, come and sit with me.' my mother said, 'Come to your mother.' But the whole time I was walking towards her, I kept telling my self that this wasn't me anymore.Then every ivy vine and flower in the garden burst into flames. My shoulder-length hair grew to my mid-back and turned midnight black. My dress turned into the leather outfit that i was used to. My average-tan skin turned ghostly pale while my nails turned black and grew to look more like claws than nails. My mother, who looked like the former Angela, was screaming in horror. then a voice came, 'Angel, Angel! Wake up!' As this voice ended my nightmare, i faded to see Saphire standing over me. ' Angel, are you okay? We heard screaming and you said your human name.'
'Yeah, I'm fine.It was just a dream.' But she could see that i was bothered by my dreams.'Why did you wake me up? It's barely sunset.' I said trying to change the subject. 'Oh, right.. Midnight and Stream want us both up tonight. We're performing another spell to Menoh. A freedom spell. Midnight told me to get and he said no questions and I'm pretty sure that's what he meant.' After putting on my leather outfit, I met up with the Anarchy and waited for nightfall. .All of our outfits looked
the same, execpt the guys had pants instead of skirts and leggings.. 'Angel, you're late.' Midnight said. I gave him a fierce glare and turned away. I was not in the mood to fight with him tonight, not the night of the spell. Stream was unusually skittishtonight, normally he was the calmest of us all, but not tonight. But taht meant that something was wrong, very wrong. Finally, it was nightfall. We all set out for the clearing and Stream was the most hesitant to leave. He looked like he didn't want to ask Menoh for freedom from being an object of the Devil. 'Strea,? Are you okay? You looked scared.' I said. The look he gave me made me shudder and want to hold him. But he said,
''There's something terrible going to happen, Angel. Something very bad and Midnight won't listen to me. Please believe me?'' ''I believe you. I always have, Stream. You know that.'' Then I hugged him and it made me feel better, I hoped that it helped him too. So we set out with Midnight and Saphire to the clearing, but nothing felt right. Nothing at all.
Interlude Darkness. It's what our kind started with and now uses to prosper. Sunlight was and isthe cause of our destruction If anyone of us were to go out into the sunlight, that poor damned soul would perish. So we became walkers of the night, more commonly known as night seekers, vampires, or witches. But we call ourselves Craft of the Anarchy, and this is our story. Chapter 1 There I was, in the garden again with my mother, but it wasn't me that I saw. The girl I saw had blonde hair down to her shoulders and deep blue eyes glowing with happiness. She was in a pink sun dress with yellow daises all over it.
