Chosen: Book 1 in the Ancients of Light series Read Online Free PDF

been
kept from the Castes, the assumption within the Witch order had
been that Myrrdyn’s grandchild was a disappointment. Rumors
abounded that she was hidden because she was weak and that the
Sorcerer of Light was embarrassed. The natural inclination was to
afford the title of Chosen to the other born in the same year,
Cordelia. The young witch was a stunning beauty and she showed
promise in mastering the magic from three of the seven
Castes.
    Given that Kaitriana had
been kept from them, the few that remembered encountering her could
only describe her as unremarkable in appearance and power. The
consensus was that only a witch possessing both the power and the
beauty blessed on Cordelia could invoke the full prophecy and lead
a mighty warrior within the Vampire clan to forget the animosity
between the two factions and take the Chosen as his mate. Some even
were bold enough to offer that the beauty of Cordelia would tempt
even the mighty Warrior of Light to forget the supposed treachery
of his mother and take the Chosen for his own.
    None had been aware that
the power of Kaitriana’s magic was already near strong enough to
surpass Myrrdyn, nor were they aware that the lass had blossomed
physically as well. The mouse brown hair that had been untamable in
her youth had developed into midnight black, a gloss of curls that
danced down to her waist. Her ice blue eyes, the most remarkable
thing about the witch, were now framed by thick sooty lashes that
enhanced the beauty of the unique color. Though still plagued by
the freckles painted on the bridge of her nose, an extremely rare
occurrence for an immortal, they now served to highlight her pert
little features, the sweep of her high cheekbones, and the creamy
texture of her pale skin.
    She had grown to the
height of her mother, nearly five and a half feet. Kaitriana’s
hours of warrior training had kept her body slim and taut with
muscle, though there was a lush curve to the form of her hips and
chest. Although Myrrdyn focused only on the beauty of her magic, he
was aware that his grandchild was fine enough to tempt any vampire,
especially the Warrior of Light.
    The arrival of Myrrdyn and
his family at the Festival of the Moon had been eagerly
anticipated. Nearly all of the Witch Castes milled about in order
to catch glimpse of the group as soon as they might arrive. None
would ever be brave enough to speak in the presence of Myrrdyn
about the dissatisfaction that must plague him over the
unacceptable offspring his line had produced, but all had been
eager to witness and gossip about the same.
    Even Cordelia had been
impatient to see the girl that had been her rival, so that all
present would officially acknowledge her place as the Chosen and
shower her with the praise and benefits that she expected would
come with it. She was not true of heart as most of the Witch had
been fooled to believe by her beauty and easy smiles. Her own Caste
well knew her for her temper and spite, caused much by the doting
of her parents and the elders within the Nature Caste.
    The Warrior, Fire and
Light Castes were considered the most prestigious within the Realm,
as they were the most effective in combating the evil Vampire
forces. The rise of the potential Chosen within the Nature Caste
had been a source of much pride for the elders. They were so often
easily dismissed by the other Castes given the perceived lack of
strength in their magic. Cordelia’s birth had instantly elevated
their status in the Realm and her parents had been quick to
capitalize on the newfound glory. The Caste had given rise to a
beautiful witch, but one with a dark heart and that realization was
just now coming to her own kin. None would dare speak against her
now, not even the elders, as her powers continued to rise and
foolhardy few risked the girl’s ire.
    Cordelia had held court in
what she assumed was a her rightful place in the center of the
gathering, making jests about her rival to her circle of friends.
She was