Warning!!! This novel will have some rough patches and sensitive topics, such as suicide attempts, deadly assault, but I promise it all doesn't end in tears! This is all a work of fiction. Beware the angels, demons, werewolves, vampires, Nephilims, fairies, and other creatures.

My name is Mia Ally Lightstar. I'm a Nephilim. I have light blond curly hair that darkens to a shade of red at the bottom in a natural omber. My skin is a creamy milky color, my eyes are a bright blue my lips are a pale shade of red. I have a lithe, limber body. I am barely above average height, I'm five feet six and a half inches. I have a spiral make on my hip only visible to me and others who are part of any supernatural family, the only humans who can see my mark would be because they have true sight a curse placed on an ancient kings family.

My life had always been average. I grew up in the middle class and was on the college track. I didn't get accepted to two colleges and gave up. I graduated from high school and dipped, I left home and went to San Beino. I managed to get a job though. I at least had good friends who stayed in contact with me. I moved to live near the San Beino Lakes. The community I found a place in, is grand and quite quaint so not everything is bad. I learned that life was meant to be fun but first you have to suffer.

Every day is the same wakeup, clean up, shower and have something to eat. Then I have to go to work at my main job working in a warehouse. Then I have to do side jobs from babysitting to dog walking. I barely scrape by but I have begun to go numb. Emotions buried deep enough can be suffocated. I would only worry about other people and I'd be fine. I was never able to find love and in turn, I stopped loving myself. My will to live was only hanging on by a thread. So I began to try to find a place where I could kill myself but someone or something would always get in my way.

One day I got a chance and I tried to take my own life by hanging myself in the forest. I could feel death coming for me and I swear I let myself go, I let the darkness sweep over me, I thought I saw the light.

I woke up in a hospital. I hadn't died. When I took in my surroundings I finally realized someone was holding my hand. It was a man, he was crying. I didn't know who he was or why he was crying but I squeezed his hand.

He looked up at me and smiled through his tears. He told me he had found me and that he thought that I was dead for sure but that I started to cry. He told me the whole story of how he got me out of those woods. His name is Luke, he is tall with a lanky but muscled build, he has eyes that are a deep blue, and his hair is a delicate light blonde.

He stayed in my life. 

I learned a lesson that day I guess. Life always finds a way.

I started to save money, work on my artworks and began applying to colleges.

I noticed my body had started to show changes and ached in odd places. I didn't know it then but my inner angel was pushing its way to the surface.

I started to feel again, I didn't feel alive but it was close.

Then I got a call from a school who thought my art was worth their time. The school's name was Lightwood Arts Academy and University. The Dean offered me a full ride, housing, and a job with other money-making opportunities. The best part was where the school was located, in Lightwood Port. 

I finally felt real.