Hey. This story was published by BlindingNight15 a while back before she took it down. I messaged her and asked if I would borrow the idea and some of her ideas for the story. She said I could take her story but I couldn't have the prophecy. She sent me the copies to the chapters- while really helped get it going, thanks Night!- and so far it's been going great.

I asked her why she stopped writing the story and deleted it and she told me that she just couldn't keep up with-it. She was running out of ideas how to keep it going, and didn't know much about romance. She also said she just kept using a mixture of stories and movies and felt like she was be cheap about her story. Her story really is amazing. I really hope I'll write it just as good.

I also asked her if I could change the gender of some of the others characters and she was cool with it. So I'll post a poll and have you guys pick who you'll love to genderbend. However, I already have a few in mind. Thanks!

The first chapter I fall inlove with and it's going to be very similar… You'll see the changes if you really read it.

And with one finally thanks you to BlindingNight15, I give you the first chapter to Into The Unknown.

A trail of scarlet tears.

Nurses and paramedics rushed in panic.

"-She's losing too much blood-"

"-Blood Type A-! Hurry-"

"-Her contractions are forty seconds apart-"

"-Her water broke over an hour ago. She's been bleeding out sense-"

As the nurses and doctors dress in blue rushed to save not just the life of an injured woman but the unborn child she carried within her womb. Who was this woman you may ask?

Well, no other than Madeline Fenton nee Faulkner, a fierce hot-headed red haired beauty. Mother of a young four-year-old and soon a newborn.

The day had started out as any other. The family of three soon to be four had been on their way to visit a family friend on an outing at the park. Jack, Maddie's husband, had pulled over to refill the RV at a gas station as she and her son, Jameson, used the bathroom.

It was at the gas station when everything crashed and burn around the family.

Maddie had been crossing the road watching as her beautiful son hopped right up to her husband. She chuckled as Jack tossed James into the air. Her smile quickly faded when a car pulled into the gas station at full speed. Before she could react, the car hit her, forcing her into a painful labor. Luckily, Maddie survived the hit but the blood has increased sense the car hit her and was taking no time in stopping.

It took twenty minutes before the ambulance arrived.

As the woman scream in agony as the emergency bed, the doctors try to solve the problem by saving both her and her child's life. Unknown to any of them, or any human really, another woman watched the scene unfold from a temple hidden the green mist of another world.

Her name is Anjou, a name lost from the beginning of time.

She was a person who desire order, justice and peace between the thin bridge of life and death. Wanting nothing more than for everyone and everything to live in harmony with each other like she had first dreamed… What a childish dream it was. When Earth was first established in its darkest days, she felt a spark between its world and the place she calls home. She receives insight of a war that should have ended long before time itself.

She demanded Clockwork to keep quiet.

She knew the ancient laws: they were to have no contact with the mortal world. If she knew she could not define just boundaries.

However, one day, Anjou felt a strange stir from the mortal world and investigated. A young woman pregnant with her second child, a girl. At first, Anjou could not understand why a child- who wasn't even born mind you- could have caused such stirring in the fragile fabric of the wall between the worlds. But then, she saw it. Something amazing and horrifying in more ways than one.

In the child's left eye, a golden speck of glass that created a symbol.

A lotus with a shadow behind it.

It was a symbol that should have been long gone. Used during the first death war. The Cursed Mark as Anjou and the others called the strange markings. The mark implanted into your eye before birth marking you as a person of importance.

While the strange mark gains you power worth wild, it's feedback makes you question it's… ability. First of all, you either loss your eye completely or the eye would be serval damage beyond repair, leaving you defenseless on a portion of your body. Second, each time you allow you emotions to gain the best of your, your powers will be tenfold, however, once over, your powers are gain, leaving you at your weakest state. The more it happens the closer you come to something worst then death… Absolute suffering.

The Cursed Mark is usually placed on someone who is rank as a high Shadow Crawler, Council member, or one of the Fourteen (known commonly as gods). The council and the Fourteen (where ever they are) would never go against ancient laws. Leaving only the SCs as the answer to the disturbance.

Anjou observes as Maddie was put through surgery wide wake. The doctors couldn't take the change of losing both her and the baby.

"Anjou?" Called a soft voice, Anjou glanced over her shoulder. The council room was empty save for a pair of young children who settled near The Glass of Entirety, a tiny mirror that reveals when danger is rising, they appear to be waiting for someone. The boys, twins, were identical to each other. Long slicked back green hair, red eyes with an extra on their forehead which usually kept hidden by a thick martial, and deep brunt colored skin.

"Yes?" She didn't move from her seat. Her seat sat in the middle of the room, surrounded on all sides by the other seats, creating a strange eye shape. In her lap was a bowl of water. The water reflected what she wishes to see: the child.

Both boys sneaked a glance at each other, they had no real name, forgotten when they woke in their new home, but were given a title. Egress, passage way, they were the keepers of the doorways in life, they led and guided your soul as it transfers over. They would usually help Death guide the newly dead to the afterlife.

"Factor FH93 is waiting for your response in helping them regain their population." One begin.

"Factor K03 also wonders if they should worry about the decreasing of their Iced Butterflies." The other finished.

Anjou shook her head. The people of this world believe they can fix everything. "Inform FH93 that their population will grow in time, just be patient. Our work doesn't happen overnight. We don't create newly dead, now do we? K03 needs to understand they the butterflies where not my creation like their birds, the IBs where created by their powers during Death War 7 with the music of Eve, I have no say in the matter. Eve does," she turned away from the two and return to her gazing. [1]

She had missed a lot.

The surgery had failed. The child was lost.

Both parents grieved over their lost child.

The son looked on in confusion as his father pulled him into his arms, sobbing into his shoulder. Saying that he was sorry.

The had lost a child that had yet to be judge by the world.

Both had been looking forward to her birth the second they discover the baby was a girl.

But now, the child was dead. Death had claimed her.

The nurse shakily placed the dead weight on a sheet in a crate to wait for the doctors' orders. Just as she left the room feeling quietly, a blue vortex opened up next to the baby.

A baby stilled with no sign of life.

Anjou walked out of the portal and gazed down at the child who bared a Cursed Mark. Undetached by the mortals.

She was having a hard time wrapping her head around it. When someone was given such a mark, they could not die until after they complete their missions. They couldn't die in any way, physically speaking at least, their mind on the other hand could die. They were to fulfill their mission… yet the child laid dead before her.

Was the childes mission to die? There's a thought.

As Anjou glanced over the child, she could tell she would have been a beautiful beast. A desire for many man and woman, human or not. She could easily tell, by gazing at her, what she could have looked like.

Thick black locks of hair, piercing blue eyes, lanky but well built.

It was all in her features, she looked just like Anjou if she said so herself. But her left eye… it would loss its brilliant coloring and turn into a hazy gold before the girl would lose it.

The child was familiar in a way that Anjou could not place. The marking striking a similarity to one she's seen before. Strange, seeing as each Cruse Mark was unique and none where alike. Yet, she's seen this one from somewhere that was for sure.

The mark pulsed, yet the child's heart did not. Anjou felt temptation to tamper with the law of death, just for curiosity. The marking was still pulsing and it would follow the child into the afterlife no doubt.

Gnawing at her inner cheek, Anjou raised her fingers to the child, almost brushing the tips against the infant's crown. She pulled back at the last second, unable to force herself to make the last move.

"What am I doing?" she asked herself, shaking her head at her foolishness and dangoures thoughts. She couldn't cross that line, she was life and all she could do was be involve in life, nothing else. Death was not her department. This was child is dead; she was now in the hands of The Council and Death alone. The afterlife had their own guardian who lived among them.

But your part of the Council, too, a little voice told her.

Although… if she did tried… she could temper with the rules just a little. She creates life… who says she has to give it away?

The chilling scream of the father reached the room. He was sneering the doctor who saved his wife's life but left his daughter. The family was shattered. The first niece in the family, the first granddaughter, the first daughter: dead, gone forever.

The girl was always looked forward to for all parents; mostly the dad. Their little princess they can spoiled rotten. The little girl they get to walk down that aisle one day in her dress of white. They dreaded it but couldn't wait for it.

The child was still as her father's sobs in the hallway. Anjou usually doesn't get involved with others but, just this one.

She reached out and the pads of her fingers slide across the child's forehead. A stream of black and purple trailed after her fingers. Nothing happened at first and Anjou feared that Death had gotten to her first until those small fists tighten. She watched with a wide smile as the child's mouth twitched and formed into a frowned and her eyes lids tighten and were too weak to open at the moment. A leg tensed and she open her mouth to give a low cry.

Anjou swallowed as the child came back to life. The child then, finally, opened her eyes, revealing the piercing blue eyes Anjou had saw to fit her. A smile tug on both of them as Anjou gently scooped the child up into her arms. "You are adorable!" she cooed as the child coughed, she frowned and her eyes narrowed into slits, "I know you are behind me."

'Do you have any clue what you have forsaken in?" warned a stoic voice. Obuka, Death, stood behind her Anjou frowning. A child was resting at his hip, his cap draped over the child.

Smiling, she said, "good evening Death. This must be Fual, your favorite among the thousand kids- or is it two thousand now?"

"They are not my children."

"You took them in and treated them like they are."

"Lady Star," Obuka snapped and quickly quite down as the child in both their arms moaned hearing the harshness in Death's voice. He placed a hand on his son's head, "My lady, what did you do?"

"I brought this child back to the living," Anjou stiffen, waiting for OBuka to threated her and lecture her. Fortunately, he held onto one of his little ones, if not he would have hit her without a second thought.

She briefly wonders if he would have sliced her with his sword.

"I can clearly see that," he said slowly, "and the reason as to why is?"

Huffing, she cradled the child closer who stared at Obuka in question, "there is no real reason as to why."

"Lady Star," Obuka said firmly, being the 'father' of over a million causes you to fall into the role easily. Each who was not his real child, but the children who were lost and not strong enough to make it to death doors. They lost their way and become SCs but before the commitment stage, Obuka would save them and he took them in when no one else would. "You know you aren't allowed to interact within someone else's domain. Yet, you did and you're the one whom came up with that law."

She turned away from him and scowled. A topaz colored arm reached out and pulled the child away from Anjou who didn't fight back. Obuka rested the child against his chest and stared down at her. The child stared up at him with wide eyes, her heart thumped against his. He just knew he would forever regret taking a child's life by his own hands.

"Deena."

Startled, Obuka looked at Anjou who had her eyes closed, "Excuse me?"

"Deena Jasmine, after her uncle and grandmother," she sighed, "Her parents wanted to name her after her uncle, if she had been a boy, he would have been named Daniel."

"Deena?" He echoed, "It suits her."

"Meaning Child of God," Anjou muses, "meaning the one of pain and challenges. One who can never catch a break perhaps?"

"…" Obuka glanced at her, "I don't know what your business is with this child, but her place is in the afterlife. There is no stopping fate. If she was not meant to go there she would have never have died. She was simply not made for this would. Everyone will be able to tell that she is different. Maybe not why she is, but they will know."

"Yes, as always Obuka, you are correct when it comes to life and death." Both Obuka and Anjou tensed up and turned to see an old man dressed in a purple cloak, in his hands was a staff with a large cloak balanced on top.

"Clockwork?" Anjou smiled as the old man aged into a toddle (or is it deaged?). "It's good to see you again."

The child smiled merrily, "Yes, I know. Then again, I know everything."

Obuka rolled his eyes at one of the council man, "Hello, Clockwork." Even the man who was old as time, he refused to be apart of the Fourteen (making it fifteen). He didn't like power and refuses to think of himself higher than others. But when it reality, he is more powerful than Anjou and her lover.

"Good day, Death," he floated down to Death and Deena and looked at her face, "I do not disagree with Anjou's actions but this child will only be bought pain. Are you truly ready to take responsibility for this child? Everything she does and says will be reflect off on you." His red eyes twinkled with wisdom and mischiefs as he has seen the future.

Anjou swallowed. She did bring the child back from the dead. "You already know the answer to that question. I knew before you arrived."

Clockwork pulled the child from Death's arms and cradled her, his staff floating next to him. Deena's hand reached up and played with his hood as he aged into a middle aged man. "Deena has been tinted before her death. She is bonded to become an SC's host, there is no say in the matter."

Anjou's chest tightened.

"She will begin a movement. Many of those she'll love will die. There are many paths that she could possible take, however, the one that I foresee is the most likely to occur. This girl will be given no second chances and will be treated as an outcast, a sore sight in all worlds by all. Within time, she will be accepted, even adorned, but by who is different on all her paths," he glanced at Anjou, "She will cause great trouble, horror on the universe, but she can also be the bridge between the worlds."

Anjou nodded slowly, Clockwork placed the child back onto the sheet and folded her up. He brushed his hand over her cheek and she gave a giggle. "This child is the child from the legend."

All the blood drained from Anjou's face. Let the curse fall about her, she begged, she could have never even so much as glanced at the child she had just cursed. "No…" she mumbled, Obuka froze next to her, "I barely remember the legend. It was so long ago; all I remember was that the war will start again."

"And it real," Clockwork admitted. "There is no stopping it. Once her mission is over, she'll be kill."

"History is destined to repeat itself," Obuka repeated Fate's favorite saying.

"But it is also destined to change," Clockwork smiled at the two before Deena started sobbing. Before Anjou or Obuka could say anything to the man of time, he disappeared, already knowing this would happen. Anjou quickly ran back into her portal and Obuka vanished into the shadows.

A nurse and doctor flew into the room only to gasp at what they saw. The baby that they had just legally declared dead was breathing and crying in the crate. The doctor told the nurse to get the staff quickly and he rushed in to check Deena's status.

Deena was from that day forth named The Living Ghoul by all in the afterlife that felt the shift.

[1]

FH93 and K03 are locations within the Ghost Zone. The ghost zone is cut up into little squares and is very similar to the times table. But instead of using numbers they use numbers and letters. Like so,

A-A1-A2-A3….AB….AD…. F….F99-FA1-FA2…..FH93….. K03… Etc.

Each letter goes up to 99 before shifting into the next stage.

Skulker's island is JS7. Far Frozen is FO12. More to come.

The ghost zone is huge. They have to cut it off somehow and I just thought FH91 for some reason and came up with this. I hope it makes sense.

Death war 7= They are just like World Wars but on a much larger scale and causes more chaos. There have been fourteen Death Wars.

Eve= The ghost of the arts. ART, music, dancing, etc. She transformed herself into an instrument in 1937 for her great-great grandchild when he became ill. The piano would play whenever the boy was left alone to keep her grandson happy. Her piano reminds at the house. Even though she is still a piano, she still is a part of the ghost council. Eve will be brought up further into the story for references.

Please review. Thanks for reading!