"nobody can protect her from herself, and from who she was meant to become." -- Megan Dior has always been a fragile girl. Being the daughter of a wealthy man, she was always shielded from the flaws of the world. She was always guarded. And yet, in the middle of the night, she was stolen from her own bedroom. One that was meant to be the safest place in the house, or in the whole continent for that matter. Her fragile bubble of normalcy was drastically blasted. The next thing she knew, she was face to face with the one behind the whole escapade. A stranger. Yet the two of them were more connected than they could ever come to imagine. The identical dark marks on their neck are the physical proofs of the inevitable fate they will share together. Pointed ears, glowing ashen eyes... He wasn't human. He couldn't possibly be. If his strange features aren't enough proof, then his otherworldly beauty would be the final push. "My, what a horridly unpleasant surprise." His velvety voice drawled. He was sprawled like a lazy monarch on the rather dirty couch. He gripped her chin to make their eyes meet. "Does the world wish to mock me by giving me this... this 'imperfection'?" She was drowned in his gaze, yet she managed to squeak, "what do you want from me?" He smirked then he frowned, as if realizing that his dilemma outweighed his fun. "You, my little 'yriah,' will fight in a war with me." That's when she finally realized the graveness of the whole situation she's in. She wasn't simply kidnapped, she was spirited away. ---