: Before :
You have been in this ‘Place’ forever, in fact as long as you can remember. You cover your ears, hearing the screams of torment that have become the daily songs you hear. You look up as the screams subside, and the door opens, the light that comes pouring in making you have to squint. You listen as a man says, “Another fail…”
You can’t help but notice the blood dripping from his mouth, “She wasn’t quite strong enough…” Said another man, as he walked into the room, his eyes scanning everyone left in the horrid place, “You do realize we have left the best for last.” He stated, examining all the hateful glares being shot his way, “These all look like they have enough will and spirit.”
There were only so many of you left, but you knew for a fact that he was speaking the truth, for you were close with all of the kids left in the room. You stand up and hold out your hands, your eyes defiant, “You’ll take me next.” You state, the men seemingly taken aback.
The one still at the door smirked, “Very well… Bring ‘em.” Then he turned and retreated into the unknown.
The man closest to you sighed, grabbing your arm, his ‘mean-guy’ attitude thrown out the window, “Man kid… you should’ve waited.” He ran his hand through his hair, and watched as you took the first step towards the door…. What awaited you… was nothing short from horror.
: After :
You awake with a start, shooting up, you realized quickly sitting up was a bad idea, the throbbing in your head so intense you grabbed it and moaned in pain. Your mind already filled with the horrors that you had become. You were now a creature of the night. Surprisingly, you had been able to choose which one you wanted to become, a vampire, werewolf, hunter, and there were many other choices you could choose from.
You looked up as you saw a girl sitting beside you. Your face turned red, for she was quite pretty, “Hello.” She said, the arrogance in the aura around her clearly telling you to back off, “I’m Kayla H. Misaki.” She stood, and turned towards the window. You took this opportunity to survey your surroundings. You were in a bed, one of the many, which looked to be in some kind of Infirmary. You noticed there were a few others here. You turned to ask one of the many questions you had, but the girl, Kayla, beat you to it.
“Surprisingly, unlike many before you and then again like many before you; you managed to not utter a word through the whole, ‘Transformation’.” The girl paused, her expression grim, “This has given you the… opportunity, to be… placed here, in the House of Night.” Your face immediately erupted into one of pure confusion, and you were surprised to see the girl give you a sad smile, “I’ll explain more later… first… Welcome to the Rose Garden and your new life as a ‘Changed One’.”
:: Plot ::
You are one of these ‘Beats of Night’, or immortals, forcibly given the fate and future of one. You were tossed into the, Rose Garden, a forest, which like its name suggests is one with hidden secrets. You were ‘Transformed’, and thrown here, to become something like a mouse in a maze, or a toy.
But those already existing here have defied their captors and literally became someone, or something in some cases, that only appears at night. Will you be able to survive the forest in which you were forced to reside? Its dangers and every secret that it holds? Cope with the people and become friends with those around you?
Who knows… it’s your future and you will decide.
:: The Time Period ::
Yes, on the outside, it is very much so a modern time... maybe even a little more into the future. But here in the Rose Garden, its like fairies and Princesses time, or like being in the year of 1199. There are things like markets, gardens, hunters, bows and arrows, and blacksmiths. I know you're thinking that we have that now, but no, I'm saying, markets as in those you have to walk through and trade items for items, gardens, as in, you grow your own food. The hunters are the ones who provide the meat for the butchers, and the blacksmiths are the ones who make the swords. Yes, the bows and arrows are wooden, and crafted by hand to pure perfection. There is electricity, yes, but only because at one point and time in the village, there was an electrician who knew how to make an advanced system that needed less energy, it runs off the supernatural energy created by those in the forest.
The chairs are hand crafted, and the books written by the knowledgeable men and women with minds like no other. That can remember everything that they have read, like no other. There are no cars, simply because there are no more than dirt roads. They use carts for transporting things, which themselves are hardly ever used because of the powers within most of the people here. This place is like an oasis for some, while a living h311 for others, simply because of the less modern time they reside in. It is like another world within this world, and that is fine by many within.
), is fine, but just no witches and warlocks type stuff okay. 
