Forbidden: The Eternal One

I live in a world of magic. Not the wands and hats magic, but real magic. Magic that flows through our blood as a source of strength and power. A world where vampires, shifters, and the fae are reality, not fairytale. Our bloodline determines everything about us, which Empire we belong to, our names, our positions in the Empire, everything. You never know what you were born to be. At birth, we are visited by a seer. The seer performs multiple tests on us to determine the strength of our bloodline, our social positions, and most importantly, our name. Our name is everything. It describes our destiny. A label, if you will, that can never be scrubbed away or changed. Our name is our fate, a fate we are bound to fulfill. The more powerful meaning behind your name, the more profound a destiny you hold, and the higher a position you possess in your Empire. Nobody with a powerful bloodline has ever received a weak name. Ever. It just doesn't happen. But what happens when your name poses as a threat to society? When your bloodline is so powerful that you are considered a Goddess? When the magic that courses through your veins holds so much power that the only name you are allowed to adopt is forbidden? I am an abomination. I threaten everything that the Empires have striven so hard to achieve. My own seer tried to kill me at birth. But she couldn't. So she killed herself. My name an echo from her lips as her dagger pierced her heart. My parents were forced to flee the only home they had ever known. Forced to give up the comfort and security of their Noble lives. My name is Amara. And I am eternal.