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Leonardo De Abgal was born off the coast of France on June 17th, 1573.  He was born to Inferno De Abgal and his wife Azra De Abgal, the prince and princess of Alaetic, a mer-people kingdom.  From a young age Leonard knew he was meant to be an artist and as he got older, he wanted to teach the world to love an appropriate art.  He painted and taught under many different names in the course of his life, in both magical and non-magical worlds.  He decided to move to American in 1901, and he headmaster of Bridgette’s School for the Magical Arts, Hale Iohn, offered him a place to live and to teach.  He has been there ever since teaching the young witches and warlocks of the magical world.  He was once quoted in saying “Children are art in their own rights, to teach them to create other art, is the highest form of creation a being can do in this existence we call life.”  He became King Leonardo De Abgal upon his uncle’s King Glen De Abgal’s death in 1981.  He goes back to his kingdom every break, and in currently engaged to a mermaid from the kingdom of Paletic, named Tawyna Kendall.  A Royal Wedding is planned on June 21st, 2015.

Today is Father’s Day, and last night someone who called in to place an order with the company I work for said don’t forget to go out and buy your father a gift for father’s day.  I just said I won’t and ended the call before I could choke on my tears.  My father passed away back in August of 2009 and not a day goes by that I don’t miss him.  He was only 50 years old and taken from us too soon and so suddenly that I had dreams that it was just a horrible nightmare.  I went through some of the stages quickly, denial was the quickest.  It had to be at the time.  Anger stayed for a bit, I was still at the hospital when I was hit with Anger, I blamed Dad, asking how he could leave my mom.  Then I blamed God.  Then I blamed myself.  I should have known it was a heart attack.  I should have seen some sign.  I never really moved from Anger, I still have bouts of it, and blame myself.  On days like today.  The day he died he asked if I had bought him his bike rack for his 5th wheel yet… I said maybe… and left it at that…  I had… I was going to wait for it to show up and give it to him… It showed up on the day we buried him…  It still sits unopened it its box in the camper where we put it…  That Black Friday hurt almost as much as seeing the gift I never got to give dad, because all of a sudden the things I wanted to buy him were now within my price range and budget… A Record to CD Burner, the Beetle’s complete collection… all there and the person I wanted to buy them for was not… The cds I bought him that day still sit unopened, the silly whistle I bought for him sits in my procession in a little box next to a bullet shell fired for his 21 shot salute.  And all we have now are memories and pictures, and not very many pictures.  I don’t care if the memories are good or bad, I wouldn’t give them up for anything.  I still am moving through the stages almost 3 years later, seeing some people who are evil still breathing, publishing each and every one of my stories are bittersweet.  He would have read every single word.  I base my characters off my parents.  Their love is a story for the ages.  This new book I am working on though, I can’t tell if the Hero is who the I am writing as the Hero, I tend to remove him from huge chunks for the book.  My female characters are mostly based on my mom with a little of my personality thrown in for good measure.  So the question remains if I could give my dad a gift today what would it be… honestly it might be cd or movie.  I miss him so much.    But mostly today I would want to say:  I know I have been rude many times, even mean, sometimes I wonder if you knew how much I really cared, how much I will always care, today I would love to tell you how much you meant to me, how you made me who I am. Today I want to thank you for your love and for always being there. Today I want to tell you I love you to your face, those words I barely said out loud, but I can’t, God took you home before I was ready for you to leave, and I miss you more and more each day. I love you dad, and wish you were here with me today and everyday. Happy Father’s Day.

     I woke up in a start. Damn, I really hate hunting werewolves. So hard to tell the difference of the two breeds sometimes. I was knocked out, don’t really remember how, but I knew it had something to do with James. I hated hunting werewolves. Before I sat up and really woke up my mind drifted back to the reason I hated hunting werewolves.
     I was hunting one, in the early stages of the American Revolution. Of course right before the war started, everybody knows the story. Just not the true story. I was hunting a werewolf. I do not know how I knew he was one, as there were no deaths, that suggested werewolf, but still I found the trial and was hunting him. I found him as The Minute Men stood facing the Red Coats; he was there, standing so still. I watched them, nobody moving. I thought I would take a shot. I aimed toward him and took a shot, but instead it went right by his ear, slightly grazing it. And instead of getting a chance to get another shot all hell broke loose so to say and the war started. I had started a war, trying to take out a werewolf. So I joined the American Revolution. Couldn’t let the bloody Red Coats win after all. It took me a few weeks to track him again. But I found him. I was coming up behind him, I thought I had followed him, without him noticing, but at the last moment the wind changed. And he caught my scent. He moved so quickly, he pushed me against a tree and he took a claw and stabbed into my heart. Before I died I saw a moment of shock on his face.
      I woke up the next night determined to kill the wolf. I woke up to a fire, and the smell of food. I sat up, the pain of my body coming back to life. My soul raw and the food smell so good. I turned to the fire and saw the werewolf sitting by the fire waiting.
      “You are a damn Guardian.” He stated starting the conversation. He had his shirt off and I could tell even in the faint light he had a back tattoo of a symbol, it was so strange, but it fit him. I wanted to ask. It looked like an anchor in a way but with no curved hooks. It was like an upside down cross with a ‘2’ on one side and a backwards ‘2’ on the other.
      “Yes and you are a werewolf. What does your tattoo stand for?” I could not help but ask.
     “Born and raised. It is the mark of my pack. I am the alpha. It is called The Gray mark. Our tribe is called the Gray Wolves.”
      “Well now you die.”
     “I know your blood.”
     “What?” I was confused.
     “It is my father’s blood.”
     “I don’t think so. And again now you die.”
     “I don’t think so. What is your name?”
      “Martha.” So I lied. I haven’t used my real name since my death.
      “I want your real name. Or do you want to go back to hell?”
      In my weakened condition, I couldn’t take him in a fair fight. “Catherine Von Kampen. And you will die.”
      “I don’t think so.”
      “Why is that?” I need a moment before I attack anyway.
      “Because you really are my half-sister. I am Dante Von Kampen.”
      Now I was confused. “You better explain.”
     “Our father was a werewolf, as was every male in our family. The gene starts showing around fifteen or sixteen. He left my mother before he even knew of my existence; he was tricked by that demon that is your mother.  In females it is a recessive gene, shows up about the age of twenty, in about five percent of females.  Most females are transformed by a special type of witch, upon the age of twenty or through a marriage ceremony.”
      “Werewolf? Father was no werewolf.”  And I never turned into any wolf.
      “He was, he could control it, and wanted forget about that part of himself. Your younger brothers would have become werewolves as well if they had lived.  You would have been a werewolf…”  He smile a sly smile.  “You are a werewolf, your Guardian status is making it a submissive trait… pity…”
      “How do you know?”
      “Your blood, it smells like mine. No matter how many times it changes, it is always going to smell like family.”

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Nora Grey is responsible and smart and not inclined to be reckless. Her first mistake was falling for Patch. .
Patch has made countless mistakes and has a past that could be called anything but harmless. The best thing he ever did was fall for Nora. .
After getting paired together in biology, all Nora wants to do is stay away from Patch, but he always seems to be two steps ahead of her. She can feel his eyes on her even when he is nowhere around. She feels him nearby even when she is alone in her bedroom. And when her attraction can be denied no longer, she learns the secret about who Patch is and what led him to her, as well as the dark path he is about to lead her down. Despite all the questions she has about his past, in the end, there may be only one question they can ask each other: How far are you willing to fall?.

Wesley Montoya Solomon Born to parents Wesley Richard Solomon and Rose Anne (Williams) Solomon on February 2nd, 1835. He quickly knew that he had a thirst for power and his father being a warlock that believed that the path to true power lay in black magic, he quickly learned to preform the darkest spells. he was suspended from Bridgette’s School for Magical Arts many many times during his ten years there. He went on to study under Master Jack Johnson for Magical Defense, Master Joesph Abrahms for Aerokinesis and his own father Master Wesley Solomon for Elements. He was caught preforming black magic in 1997. He spent 5 years in Dastardly. STOP READING NOW IF YOU HAVE NOT READ BOOK ONE SPOILERS FOLLOW:

When he got out he plotted with his brother Richard Solomon to kill Richard’s unborn child as the baby was prophecized to bring an end to their power. Senka had run off with the child, bringing an end to that plan for the moment. He continued to rule the world of black magic, using his powers to become richer than any other male in his line. He even killed his own father in 1999, to gain the title to the Solomon Mansion. He discovered Katy Lily’s existence in 2012 when she started school and quickly told his nephew Riley that she was the evil one that she had to be destroyed. He got Riley to bring her to the mansion where he had taken her to the underground dungeon to kill her. His plan backfired when she was stronger than he could imangine and was killed instead, bringing an end to his evil plans. He was killed by Katherine Lillian Fitz’s Shield on December 16th, 2012.

So since I am focusing almost solely on A Guardian’s Life The Seven Deadlies, I thought for my Katy Lily Series peeps I would do a meet the characters (all rights reserved blah blah Copyright Katherine Rochholz blah blah you know the drill)  So anyways check out the Katy Lily Updates Page or the Katy Lily Facebook Page and get the info on the Meet the Characters of Katy Lily!!!!