Areia's birth was fore told: from dark, lite shall be born. She is the first of her kind to be conceived; A Vampire mage, she is the hope of the future. She must right the wrongs of her ancestors, restoring the balance once more. He looked like a warrior Wizard I had seen once in my father's books. Tall with board shoulders built to handle a sword or wand at will, with a narrow nose, dark green eyes and raven black hair flowing down his shoulders. "I am Rohan," taking my hand slowly to his mouth. Jumping back a little. "Areia, I hope I haven't scared you little one." " What are you going to do with me?" I asked excited and a little afraid. This was my dark Angel.