The Prophecy

Brielle
After being kidnapped by The Collector, once he had discovered that I was part Nephilim, I had to trust an unlikely ally to escape. In gaining the warlock Cyrus’s help, he had asked a favor from me in return. With my memories finally restored, and a little more of who I was revealed, I now realized how much danger my four mates and I were really in. I had both known and unknown enemies after me, and now The Collector had put out a hit on me, luckily not a “dead or alive” kind of hit. I was no use to him as the prized possession in his collection if the only known Nephilim in the world was dead, but little did he know that I was much more than just a Nephilim.

The mage council also wanted my attention. Actually, they wanted my compliance to control me, but they could have that over my dead body. I refused to bend to them. With our enemies collecting allies, we needed our own, and that meant finding a strength in me that I had never known before. A battle was coming, and no one would be able to sit on the sidelines. The existence of the very world was at stake, and I would die before giving up. I just hoped it didn’t come to that, and I hoped my four mates and I were still alive when the dust settled.