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Naying fills the distant air beyond leafy foilage along with subtle clogs of horse hooves against dew-covered, soft earth. Under half a score at the very most. Dying echos of muffled shouts reverberate off trees and buildings, evaporating into a weakness of faltering particles to band together for strength.
Yet, the famous tavern of Ki's home remained silent as the typical day droned onward.
The angelic being herself stood by the opened window, which bellowed forth a gust of wind repeatedly through a curly-haired tail. She rushed to finish dressing, belting on a weathered strip of leather about a thin waist. The bulk of the weight attatched to the belt came from a scimitar twin set, ornated in elf fashion.
Kiukirilya Shadowlord, the new fitting form of the grown woman who rushed for purpose before this ordinary hole to the outside world, so much so that she no longer held the knowledge within the boundaries known as Ki Rehkinds. A long lost idenity. A child whom could not find strength after the site of a most barbaric homicide. Parents lost before innocent eyes.
No more...
No more did the thought of her parents' deaths torment her heart, at least that is what appeared to be true.
No more did she linger for revenge.
No more did she beg for the fall of her cousin in that set of devilish weapons strapped to her waist. Or at least, she believed that for as long as the cursed fanatic found to be truely dead.
Distant clinging brought a more dire rush back into Ki's mind at the moment. A small party of friends found themselves in delay, so much so that the band arrived days after their initial estimated time.
The impulsive woman threw down scribbled upon parchment, half covering a letter stating:

Miss Kiukirilya Shadowlord,

I send my apologies in not being able to serve you better in the fight for honor against the zealot known once as your kin. Long since then have I wished to help mend the sorrows scarred upon you brought forth by that wicked hand, as a dear friend to you.
However, we come in grave news of the land known as Akhendir. My hope to find a bride is not the issue at hand as many of my other jovial, light-hearted letters speak of. No, sadly it is not at this time.
We have found recent disturbances to the land, much like those before the war upon the Heavens. I, as lord of my people and protector as the Darkhoan, would like to ask....

The other scrap of parchment gave a more excuseable answer in regards to the currently sleeping for. Further in length the scribbles lingered, the more rushed and sloppy letters became.

Beloved Long Ears,

It surprises me to see your sleeping form silent as I rush about the room. Usually those long ears inconvientally anchored to your head tend to rat out my movements. That recent trip of duty must have worn you thin for even one of such light sleepers to not awaken.
Yet, that is not the jest of what I must say. Read the letter from Lord Gavril if you must to better understand my concern. Naturally, I would have awoken you to aid in my worries; but with as many trips your occupation is insisting, I thought it better not to burden you.
Lord Gavril and his most trusted warriors were meant to come to the tavern three sundowns ago only to never arrive. The roads are covered in orcs and other disgusting beasts this time of year with the warmer climate drifting downward.
My hand is cramping from writting this quickly. I will be home either this night or the next.

Love,

Your Angel


Still continually adding

Even in lifes most utter dispair, some able to provail unless the being is too weak of heart and easily swayed with thought. Or in my case, unless youth itself damned my formidable luck into tumbling distrait that only could be rekindled over time.
How could two five-year-old half-angel/dark faeries plan to survive in this world? Well, I can only tell what is acknowledged to me for I have never known of the fate to my only blood sibling. But I can say that, as being the elder sibling and the leader when times became rough for us both, my only thought at the time was family members. However, over time I learned to distrust that word family and be born anew to what such a word could possibly mean. Could family mean anything other than deceit, distrust, and lack of honesty? Even my own birth parents were dishonest to me from the very beginning for they never thought I could understand the pulling stress of what was happening to them, the changes in both my mother and father. Then again, would anyone tell a five-year-old the truth that their parents were hidding from constant assassination attempts and only the one that both Kara and I had witness was the winning battle from their foes? In that fateful day if I had told my younger self Angelika and Morpheus were about to die infront of my hazel eyes alone--especially of Mother's death--I probably would have began to cry straight to my mother and hold her closer than ever before in my young life. There is no doubt that I have held remorse that I never gained a chance to hold my parents long enough to tell them thank you for bringing breath into my lungs, a pump into my heart, a stride in my step, a swoop in my black wings, a determination in my mind. However, if I ever have the chance to give them such means of thanks, I would do it with honor like I will die with honor stricken in my heart one day.
Yet, throughout all of the perils of my life, there was one dream that saved me beyond others and you too will soon understand the realism behind the dreams that have taunted me or lead me.


To Be Continued

In the beginning of this story, I've always known that there was quite a few things peculiar about me. Always in my life leading up to this grand old age I'm in, there has been strange misfits going on over my peculiar body and life but never knew the answer until wisdom showed its face to me. However, I should not tell the story from there and instead from my very birth.
Long, long ago, a young couple fell deeply into love. It would be the sort of love found in old fairy tales, only this one was true especially the 'fairy' part about it. The young woman just happened to be an angel from above in the heavens, but her occupation and how truely high she was up there in the hierarchy state is unbeknowst to me, for I never knew her very long. She had dark, almost perfect soft curls that flowed down to her waste in the hue of chestnuts. In fact, so much seemed almost perfect about her. Her grace. Her voice. Her poise. Her cheerful smile and glowing eyes. But almost, for the heavens above would tell you different. Up there, they speak her name no more with what utter crime she has commetted. The crime to fall in love with a being from down here on this Earth and especially of a completely different race. You see, angels are all about rules and with breaking this little snippit, changed everything in the books upon her great exsistance; so if one ever went to look up her name, it would not be found in no book but in the book of my own mind only. The name, for your referance, was Angelika Snow.
Now, the man on the other hand, was a dark faerie that I know little upon other than the fact that he was a true trickster and loved to fight for he had many a weapon lying about the home and that he loved Angelika deeply for how she was. Now, don't think that all dark faeries are shorter than an inch. I say! That is not true, for he was, yes, shorter than Angelika by a little but she is an angel afterall. Yet, he was a sweet and kind man when he held you close enough to the heart, but rare were accepted there. In fact, only three women ever made it there. His name was Morpheus Rehkinds. (Which sounds like 'reckons'.)
Alright, now that a brief background has been told about the couple, how about we get on with it? Good because my little mind wishes not to give up all just yet upon their past.
Well, once these two met, it was love at first sight. Angelika helped completely stop the execution that was supposed to take place upon Morpheus' throat in utterable mistake with stumbling--oh you know what I mean! Angels don't really stumble--into the camp grounds as Morpheus was tied up and about to be hung but no! She shot an arrow straight and true towards the noose about his throat and well you get the jist of it; they lived happily ever after. The end.
OW! What did you hit me for?! I did not digress...Oh! I did. I'm so sorry. But that is what happened; it's how they met, is it not?! Oh alright, fine. To the next part I guess. Settle down children, I'm getting there just hush a moment as I recall it.
Mr. and Mrs. Morpheus Rehkinds were expecting a baby, but when the birth came, they not only got one but two! The one that came first was the one who had a limp set of true black wings like her mother's pair just the inverted color of it, while the other, held dark fearie wings with a few black feathers protruding out of her back some. Angelika and Morpheus were astonished with such great glee upon their two baby girls that they built a quaint home for the four of them straight away, which would not be completed until the girls' first birthday.
The older one brought up with the name Kiukirilya Rehkinds, after the death of Morpheus' mother whom was a strong woman and grand in battle. Then the other one held a simpler name, it was just simply: Kara Rehkinds. These two girls got along fine somedays while other days, Kiukirilya could be found hidding behind her father's pant leg and pointing at Kara. Other than the few trandrums from the two, they were a fairly cute couple of siblings ever brought up until the young age of five. Actually, it was on the twins' fiveth birthday that mahame struck the Rehkinds home.

"Ki! Kara!" A merry woman said with her hands perched upon her waste. She was clothed in a lavish old white gown that had dirted with age. She flew a lock of curls out of her piercing hazel eyes that were tinted blue over any other color as the two birthday girls bounced their way, one fussing with the cloth she was in. "Kara, stop that." Indeed, the little girl stopped, looking ever so innocent up towards her mother. "Why don't the two of you play outside while I finish off the cake? And when Father gets back home, we can all celebrate!" The two little one's eyes glowed excitedly yet did not want to leave their mother for a peculiar reasoning; it was in their gut that they did not want to go. "Now, go."
Kiukirilya and Kara had been shuved out the home to go play outside even though they were in little white gowns. "Whoi Mama purtz usss in theze," Kara began in a whine, fussing at the fact to be wearing a dress once more and not by will. "Me za wanta playz with tha bunniez in tha holez!" The girl with raven hair pointed down yonder at a rabbit babe in the low grassy plain to only look way to her older sister as if for permission before dashing that way.
"Hezz waitz!" Kiukirilya dashed behind her mischief younder sister with a perching curiousity, one she surely gained from her father. Yet, Kara did wait at a screeching halt that made the older run into her wings on accident, hurting the two who now layed upon the ground. "Whoitz tha fer?!" The older scrambled up to her feet, tugging the other into a stand as well.
"Thereza noize ovver thereza!" Young Kara pointed a tiny hand over towards the top of the hill, the very place they had just recently came from; their home. Kiukirilya always believed her sister when it came to these, seeing as she gained more keen of ears from their father while she had the more keen of eyes and in this case, it was ears that caught it first.
At the realization of where that place were to be, they both dashed up, stumbling over the length of their white gowns several times but managed nonetheless. Inside, Kara could hear loud voices booming and told Kiukirilya of it while the eldest spoke of the unrecognizeable figures inside a window. " 'Elpz mer upz," Ki whispered as they reached a window that could gain them the full view of the kitchen, where Kara said the voices were coming from. "Oi zeez Mama ana twize tha bloick Da is timez two!" These men had dark aura shrouding about them, pointed ears and dark skin; dark eyes that scared the little girl by the very sight of them. They dressed in black; the demons of the land.
Both of them drew out a blade, pointing it towards Angelika whom grabbed at a kitchen blade but had no chance. The merry angel died after shouting at the men, "I won't tell you where they are!" Ki's unique hazel orbs grew to their fullest, the only one out of the twins that saw their mother die, a haunting truth that will forever hover over her mind. Tears clung close to her face as she fell off of her sister's shoulders, scrambling up to a stand. Without a word, the two of them ran foolishly inside for the grave news to be faced with the demons hovering over their dead mother in the kitchen. Kara produced a small crying gasp at seeing the tainted cloth covered in strong red splatters, only having a hand over her mouth by the older sibling. The two scattered for weapons they could both weild which only ended up to be meger devilishly curved daggers.
When they came back, one man had an arrow in his skull and the other running out the door, cursing out the name Morpheus! Kara stayed behind to weep about their lost mother while Ki ran to look after the man with wanting to avenge the death of her mother--a feeling that would come many a time more. She wanted this man to pay for what he had done and for the killing of her young heart.
However, that man got little far before going sword into sword battle with a dark skinned man that brought a weak glow to Ki's eyes. The minutes passed by that impressed the young girl's mind at how beautiful the swing of the deadly blades clashed together and thought of dancing that she so loved to do with her mother...
Yet, luck had not turned in her father's favor nor the demon's, for both stabbed a fatal wound into the other and fell to the ground motionless. Kara had met up with her sister and both were running over to their fallen father, weeping as one grabbed a free hand of his. "Da..."
"Don'ta cry me babes, Da loves tha both of yer. Promise me that ye'll botha hide far away from here an go ta Heaven when it's safe--" He chocked on blood, coughing up a stream to trickle down his face. "--Go," Morpheus begged of them as his last breath slide away from his body. If it had not been for the roaring howls in the dark forest, the two would have stayed next to their father and wept for days on end til they grew old and dreary. Yet, the howls did move them back into the house where they hid, unable to look at their dead mother or father with this fear of what to do now. Both hid in the closet, holding one another with tainted dresses of their dead parents blood.

Now, now, children why did you wake grandma in her sleep? I didn't tell you the rest of the story? Oh, there'll be plenty of other days to tell you of what happened. What? I didn't tell you how my parents died? Well, I wouldn't want to burden you all with that until you are fully grown, at least, but remember to always pass the story down the line along with your own so as we know of one another. Now, let grandma sleep without you jumping on her stomach this time, Beloved ones.