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as his sister.  He was a Shape Shifter and had magic in his blood.  I was able to teach him to weave simple spells to protect himself.  We eventually set out together and explored much of the Gulf Coast.  We settled a while in what is now Mississippi, but I found my home in what later became New Orleans. 
    We settled with the Chitimacha people.  At first they were leery of me because of my red hair, blue eyes and very pale skin.  However, I was quickly recognized as a magic woman, and therefore held a position of some prominence among the tribe.  My healing and fighting abilities were highly prized among these native peoples. 
    There was a small nest of Stone Cold vampires in the area and I cleaned them out for the native people.  Every now and then a vampire, ghoul or demon will come back to my territory hell bent on preying on humans and I have deal with them.  But I guess I would have to deal with that wherever I chose to settle outside of a magic realm.  The area around the Mississippi River and Lake Pontchartrain has always been a hub of activity for preternatural beings.  I had a good life with the Chitimacha, it was hard life, but good. 
    I remained with the Chitimacha for long time, with frequent absences to explore other parts of the continent, until the French began their raids in the 1700’s.  I fought alongside my Chitimacha brothers and sisters.  But eventually most of my surviving brothers and sisters moved a little farther west and I remained near the swamps and bayous that were now part of my blood.  After the Louisiana Purchase there was influx of Europeans and other ethnic groups to the area.  I have always enjoyed the blending of so many cultures to create a culture that is truly unique to New Orleans.
    My ‘brother’ Tayca lived to be four hundred and seventy five years old, as near as he was able to reckon, anyway.  I miss him every day.  He was murdered by a Stone Cold.  God, I really hate vampires!  Well, except for Luca.  But I still miss my brother, Tayca and hate the vamp that killed him.  I took a great deal of satisfaction in destroying the bastard.  I will always be grateful to Tayca for helping me find my home, my place in the world.  While he missed his home, he never left my side and eventually grew to love this swampy patch of ground here in Louisiana as much as I do.
    There are several areas of strong magic in what is now called the United States, and I have spent time around some of them, but Louisiana just happens to be my favorite.  Magic is very strong here and I have made a good life for myself. 
    Many others from our Guild of Spell Weavers have made their way to the Americas and over the years we have frequently sought each other out.  It’s pretty easy to keep in touch when all you have to do is weave a finding spell that will take you to the person you want to see.  Rinda and Fionn have been my most frequent visitors over the centuries and I like it that way.  They are my connections to my heritage and my best friends, besides my poor cursed sister, Morna.
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
    It’s been nearly a year since Morna’s crash and I have been having those dreams again, the ones about my prospective mate.  They aren’t really dreams, but visions.  Sometimes a powerful magical immortal will get visions of their true mate long before they meet them.  So I know it’s real, but I have never met him.  I have no idea who he is or even what he really looks like.  I can only see vague images of him in my dreams.  I just know he’s tall, strong, dangerous and not magical in the traditional sense.  But he is powerful none the less.  I hope and pray that I will know him when I finally meet him.  But somehow I know that I will recognize him when we meet.
    Every time I have one of the dreams I am left feeling unsettled for days.  The visions are usually very erotic and sensual.  They stir up urges in me that I have denied my entire adult life.  I