War of the Change

Unchangeable Paths
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Where the story truly Begins....

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“Colors swirling
Darkness churning
Whirlwind death
Tornado of chaos
Clouding of life
Deafening silence
Alone at last
Myths of the future
But in the end, there’s a shadow for everyone”


“Very good Oboro! Ladies and gentlemen that is all the time we have for today for that. You know what to do now.” A red haired woman turned her back from the young adults that sat in front of her, while they gathered their books; the class had changed from Poetry to the Myths and Legends class. The pale skinned man named Oboro gathered his things avoiding eye contact with any of his other classmates. While also ignoring the heart felt ‘that was so lovely’ and ‘how dark!’ comments he failed to notice a pair of golden brown eyes watching him from a dark lonely corner. “Page 42 where we left off last time.” The students shuffled through the pages murmuring excitedly about the end of the day.

“Dias, speak aloud please and I do mean loud.” A boy that looked at the beginning of teenage hood stood up holding up an old large book looking like an aristocrat child with his pristine posture, “An old tribe that called themselves Wictarim lived among many different animals that they swore they could communicate with yet would not prove it, they were different from any of the other Indians that resided in the shadows of Blood Valley and in living their required skills unlike any others. But as in all tribes a story of a fate was said to of been born and a destiny was to be fulfilled, it had scared the people that lived in the distance of the tribe who have seen them do odd acts at night and heard their pleas of a savior of dark riches. Scared them so much they went through the tribe killing every child that was born in the last year, the massacre sent the Wictarim tribe woman into a frenzy who in turn riled up the warriors who murdered the trespassers until a small child of five held out her hand and the wind picked up wiping out the murders of her people then turned to the bodies of the babies. Gazing across the blood filled field her eyes begun to glow like the shining moon and stars above her as each body was taken into account she spoke every last name with a mourning mother’s sigh.”

“You Serena your next up and do speak loudly like your brother proudly did.” The teacher spoke giving the student an annoyed look.

A scrawny girl looking younger then she was with dirty hair yet astonishing clean clothes stood up holding the book to her face in shame, “It went down in Wictarim history yet no one would but those there that night, the child’s hand reached for the sky and slammed down to the ground, as she did that five bolts of forked silver and blue lighting came out of the ground and raced for the starlit blaring sky surrounding the tribe’s made huts. It lasted what felt like hours yet only stood for a few moments as each bolt ascended and storm clouds commenced a section of baby cries began to fill the area. That five year old pulled the souls back from the beyond and gave the bodies life once more, turning as the cries of each baby rose up giving off life she walked off into the blacken woods only to be followed by her sadden mother who blew a kiss to her family and friends and left without looking back. No one knew where they went and what happened to them, for no one dared anger the young angel from the beyond, but they say the powers where passed down through every female generation and always will. Ever since then a female had been portrayed as the caretaker of the lands and protector of her warriors and with each strong female came a stronger orb or jewel that channeled their inner strength to be even stronger.”

After closing the book the teacher stood in front of all seventeen children nodding at her thoughts, “You will each take a book home with you to read over your winter break, it better be done before you get back, I will pop quiz you.” After each student picked out a book for their Myth and Legends class they gathered in their school groups and chatted amongst themselves until the old school yard bell rang signaling the dismissal of all Junior high students, who begun to eagerly run out the doors to their icy freedom.

One stood behind though, watching as the other kids ran around in the snow covered school yard and being picked up by their parents, she watched as her brother got picked up by one of their aunts and her husband then drive away not even bothering to look for her. Kicking the side of the school building its bricks helped knocked off some of the snow that cluttered onto her black shoes from the brisk walk into the courtyard. It was alright though, it didn’t matter so much that she was left alone she had lessons to attend to in a little while any how. Fingering one of the books that held a violet steel colored text she thought over why she picked something called ‘Iron Lust’ up in the first place. Shrugging it off and pushing back a mass of tangles, knots and dirt her brown hair didn’t move too much the frizz of it kept it in place, slowly opening the pages it was decided that to start reading now would pass the time and help her finish faster.

Iron Lust

Written by:
Rena M.P

Chapter One
Zodiac’s Prayer

There is a boy out there, he had always been hungry for as long as he could remember and lives in a run-down apartment that is usually empty while his mom works to feed him, his father, away getting drunk. He is also cold and tired because his mom and dad kept him up all night with their hatred yelling. However, being only a child and young, he does not understand all this correctly. In a corner, he entertains himself with an old teddy bear, "Heewo Teddee! How uhr we tobay?" He squeals, then starts to play by him self, all alone like any other day dancing the bear around. "I'm home baby." The small boy jumps up to his feet when the door opens many hours later to his mother finally coming home. She looked tired and hungry but you could really tell by the sounds from her stomach, though she was laden with groceries from the little pay she had received from her night and day work schedule. "Mommy!" The boy squeals and runs to embrace her. The mother smiles lovingly, and hugs him tight, loving the warm bundle. Even though a woman in the street gave her a 5-dollar bill, mistaking her for a beggar and the man that nearly hit her in the street because he didn't care, she managed to smile as she embraced her child. She showered her baby boy in kisses and hugs smiling as she watched his face dance with excitement.


A sudden crash smeared through the small apartment. The door behind them bounces off the back wall wide open, making them both jump and turn. The father has returned from the bars once again. The smell of another woman is swathed around his drunken, burly body. He glared at his wife, before his eyes wandered to the floor his temper sparking. "What the hell is this?!?" He shouts, gesturing to the bags the mother has; she quietly replies its food to keep them going. The husband asked for the spare money, and then gets angry that she whimpered out that she used all the money to buy medicine for their son. He starts to shout about how useless she is, and how expensive the boy is and demands how he would pay the money it takes to be at the bars. While his parents are yelling and shouting, the frightened boy crawls into the corner of his room and starts to play with his teddy bear. Trying to block out the fighting, he starts to hum quietly and start to make his teddy bear dance, he smiles, but as fast as it came the quicker, it falls as the one of the bear's button eyes becomes greatly loose. He gets up with a smile, knowing his mother would fix it as usual.


"Mommy!" He walks over to his parents, who are still shouting, and holds up the damaged toy. "Mommy! Teddy needs to be fixid again!" Nevertheless, his father is yelling too loud so his Mommy can't hear. The boy is crestfallen, thinking his mommy doesn't like him again. He thought that they had promised to not fight anymore, so he figures promises are to be broken. Determined, he holds up the teddy bear to his parents, "Mommy! Teddy bear needs to be fixid! He's hurt and needs an operwation!" Seeing them not react, he starts to cry. "Mommy! Mommy! Wook' at me! Wook' at me!" He pleads, and becomes silent as he watches his father turn to him with a very angry face. He moves forward and hits the teddy bear so it flies into the wall.


The little boy follows it crying, teddy was his only friend the only one who would never get mad at him. The mother cries harder and goes to help him, but the father starts yelling again throwing the mother to the couch with a slap of his hand. The father turned his furious gaze to the small boy and growled, storming forward he grabbed the small crying boy by his hair and picked him up causing the mother to dash forward screaming for her son to be let go. Eyes a blazed the father stared at his wife, "I'll kill you all!" Throwing his wife down he pulled out a lighter and dropped it on the paper littered floor, "MOMMYYYYY!" screeching as loud as he could he kicked at his father with all his might until he was dropped into the spreading fire.


Rushing forward once more the poor mother slammed her half frozen groceries into her husbands head and dived to push her baby out of the fire. She hit the floor, forcing her baby out but sacrificing herself to the burning licks of orange, yellow and red. She looked up once more and gave her son one direction, "RUN!" and with a hiccupped cry he ran out the run down apartment, down the steps and into the dark night of the city, with only his trusty bear with him, as his once home and his past burned away at his back. He ran until he came upon a broken down cathedral only a few blocks from his once home, but to a child the distance is always much greater.


Crawling inside, as it was all boarded up, he sat leaning against the wall, with his one button eye and the other loosened, teddy bear, smashed tight to his heaving chest. Winter winds blew hard making the board creak upon the pressure. Shivering he holds the bear tighter whimpering for his mother to come get him soon whispering into the darkness for help praying to everything he ever heard his parents say to help him Yet for the poor boy with no friends or family he knew of, soon wasn't enough the cold seeped down into his malnourished bones and sleep taking over drifting the little one off into mental safety. Animals watched him from all around the abandon building, from the hungry mouse to a starving dog they watched through the night unsure of the glowing that permitted in a small orb bouncing around him.


Firefighters from all over were busy getting the fire under control and saving the tenants too stupid to leave on their own. The apartment room where the fire had started was destroyed and with the firefighters there the fire slowly getting under control.


“MY SON! He’ll KILL my SON!” the once tan colored mother, now was stricken black and oozing red, screamed for her son in vain. Paramedics tried to save the woman but her ruined body couldn’t support her organs and she died painfully by night fall. Her husband had taken off after their child just before the fire raged out of control and his once wife threw herself out the window to spare the pain inflicting on her body as the fire tried eating her alive. “11:48p.m pronounced dead” the paramedics closed their eyes in a moment of silence missing the blue hued moon coming out behind the snow filled clouds, and a star shooting in front of it.


The small boy clutched his head and let the black hair, his mother never cut, enshroud him from the world, as if that would hide him from the cruel earth.


“God hates you, never wanted you. Fuck redemption. You are god’s unwanted child. Fuck damnation, so be it.” These words echoed through the dreaming ears of the small boy encircling his heart and soul as he lay in some make shift bed on the ground. He suffered and screamed internally for his mother as hatred built for that horrid father. He hated his father’s every touch, his father’s pleasure, his father’s smell, his father’s arousal, his father’s strength, but his own submission the most.


A haunted call tugs at his lone soul in the night speaking in a voice his mother used to rock him to sleep, “To the dark, far from the light of heaven and the flickering flames of hell, we beckon you to come.” Then his dream world went into darkness molding his soul while his heart and mind slept for his destiny. Alas, his mind stirred and things that made sense diminished, as his soul fed him anger and hatred on new levels, how a four year old could understand was a mystery. He could almost see why God must hate him. His own father hated him so why not the lord, thus a child his size couldn’t achieve the concept of higher planes so it wasn’t much to dwell on. Everyone hated him but Mr. Teddy and her. She never hated him…and with that thought, he opened his fierce brown eyes to a blue light in his face.


“NOOOOO!” Throwing himself back his head slammed into the rock wall dazing the young lad severely as he began to cry as all kids do so very often at that age. His wails echoed through the cathedral scaring off few of the animals there. The blue light bounced around in front of the boy then dulled into black making a small 5in. by 5in. glass ball, a queer silver spider web decorated the in side as a red symbol of some sort lay in the center of the web.

The ball lay in the boys lap softly as not to scare him. Looking around, rubbing his eyes, and tightening his hold on his teddy bear a small whimper of, “Mommy…” slipped out his quivering mouth. The red in the orb flashed brightly startling the young one to look at it. Giggling forgetting about food or his mother, he picked up the orb and soft singing filled the air calming the animals and him. “Who uhr you?” He struggled to talk the way his mother taught him to looking into the ball. Getting aggravated after no response, he threw the ball and it burst on the opposite wall the black was apparently liquid and splashed all over the wall and flooring, the spider web and symbol spread out on the wall the symbol still in the middle oddly enough.

The boy watched in amazement as the red glowing symbol got brighter and brighter exploding in a roar of fire scaring the boy into hiding his face into his teddy, muffling his sobs for his mother. He missed a small body with almost destroyed deep ruby and black wings, and other unnatural hybrid features fall out the fire and onto the floor in rags. In fear, the small head of the body jerked up its wide eyes blinked adjusting to the lighting and smells of the place, big eyes fix on the small cowering boy and guilt passed over the pale complexion and through the dark eyes.

Looking at the surroundings the wings and other appendages shimmered into invisibility while it tried to stand up. The older child stumbled over to the smaller boy as if their legs haven’t been used in a while. Hearing noises the young one looked up and into dark blue eyes that reminded him of a woman his mother once told him was his, gweat gweat gweat gweat grandma. Brown eyes clashed with guarded sapphire ones and the young boy was first to make a move, sticking his hand out to the new person eagerly for a friend. “Hi who uhr you?”

Sapphire eyes looked over the hand as if waiting for it to hit the flesh before saying, “It’s Hi who are YOU, termite.” Moreover, the older kid poked a sharp nail at his palm. The boy cocked his head in confusion and the sapphire eyes genderless so far ‘human’ rolled its eyes and shook the boy’s hand, “Never mind, my name is Allydah Nox Libitina. So kid what’s your name? And well…age?” Allydah Nox Libitina’s sapphire eyes burned into the retinas of the smaller boy keeping his attention.


“I’m Brayden and I’m four.” Throwing up a pathetic attempt of four fingers, he beamed a proud smile.

Allydah in turned stared critically at the fingers before speaking again, “Well Brayden…can you even say Allydah?” An arched brow gave the look of disgust seeing the dirt all over him.


“AlleeDUH! So where uhr your mommy and daddy?” Brayden’s tongue stuttered over his few teeth in his small mouth.


“It’s AllYDAH, Brayden…I’m not a boy and well just call me Allie then for now on. I don’t have parents I’m too old for them.” Allydah pushed her bee sting sized chest out proudly with her hands on her tiny waist.


Brayden looked her over a few times taking notice in the rips and blood all over an old styled dress he’s seen on TV his mommy called a medieval taffeta and lace dress, it was simple and black even with the rips, dirt and blood. Whatever medieval and taffeta meant that is. “Evewe one needs a mommy.” Brayden reached out to touch her. Allydah smacked his hand jumping out of reach neither noticing the once shattered orb was returning to whole.


“Listen you I am a hundred years old I may not look it but I am, yeah maybe I look a lot younger than most people should be at my age but my evil mother had me imprisoned in that thing!” She pointed at the newly preserved ball that had no red in the center this time. “So I don’t need anyone else but me!” She growled defensively something about the small child unnerved her dearly.


Brayden pouted sniffling loudly and grabbed his teddy “I want my mommy” his brown eyes dilated as tears began to fill them to the brink and spilling down his dirty cheeks. Allydah frowned looking around then snatched the ball up thrusting it into the child’s hands “Um here kid, just stop crying! I don’t want to be caught already!” watching as the tears became thicker and the crying louder Allydah covered her pointed ears in vain. “I WANT MY MOMMMMMYYYYYY NOW!” His scream echoed all over the cathedral scaring all the animals into hiding not even a mouse dared to venture out as the glass ball begun to glow gold and a picture of his mother’s corpse appeared in the ball “MOMMY!”


Allydah’s sapphire eyes opened wide the pupil, being similar to a bold of lightening, flexed around analyzing the situation. “It actually works…for a human?!” Not concerned with the fact that the picture showed a dead body, Allydah walked around Brayden eyeing him up and down. Allydah’s body looked similar to a 12-year-old human girl, as Brayden was the perfect 4-year-old body type. She was 5’3 and he looked only about 3’2, Brayden had dull rounded ears, and she had elfishly pointed ears. Huge clue right there he was normal but his eyes said he was so much more...


Brayden hugged the ball tightly watching what he thought was his dirty sleeping mother, Allydah feeling guilty for yelling walked over to see who the boy’s mother was and gasped. “She’s dead Brayden…” His head snapped so fast looking at her with a blazing fire of rage


“What did you just say?” His speech was perfectly clear, with a deep bark mixed in to it, creeping out the abnormal girl a bit more.


“Brayden…your mother isn’t among the living; she’s been burnt to death…” Brayden stared deep into Allydah’s eyes searching for the truth his rage even as a small child shone brightly in his eyes like a fire tornado ready to explode.


“I want to see my mother” His lip curled in a silent snarl daring the other kid to say no to him.


Shivering Allydah nodded taking the ball from him, “I’ll try later on…if someone murdered her they might be after you.” Snorting to her self like she cared for his worthless life but as long as he could make the orb of the further gates glow it was worth having the young thing around. “Just wait until I get my hands back on that grimoire.” Grinning like a mad hatter Allydah began to lay down on an old prayer bench as Brayden giggled running around exploring with his bear like nothing happened.


It had been a week since they had been together trying to make it on their own, Allydah was looking for something and Brayden followed almost like a loyal dog, well not totally loyal. Mad brown eyes clashed with fed up sapphire ones for the sixth time that day. “Will you stop looking at me?” Brayden snapped partially hiding his dirty face and blood shot eyes behind his worn out brown and white teddy bear.


Allydah glared at him again lightening snapping deep within the dark depths. “I’m not looking at you I’m making sure your butt is behind me, not my fault you’re too quiet.” Snapping her head around she stuck her nose in the air stomping faster farther making Brayden run to keep up.


“That’s not fair my legs are too short and my feet hurt, carry meeeeee!” Brayden stamped his bare feet staying in place.


Allydah came to a halt, slowly turning to look at the smaller child glaring brightly before swallowing her pride with thoughts of getting him to the corpse mother, fidgeting under his glare while moving the small backpack she found that held the orb. “Yeah, yeah fine come on you brat.” With her arms out stretched and eyes rolled back, she picked up the smaller child easily placing him on her hip as they began to walk to the morgue.


“Allie?” Brayden whimpered softly.


“You went potty before we left you can’t need to go again!” Huffing agitatedly, she looked at the younger child.


“No…it’s not that…I’m hungry…” She looked directly into his watery brown eyes in somewhat shock.


“Hungry? Great just great…like I needed another humanized problem” and the crying began.

Hours of walking and mugging then eating and then after that going on potty breaks, the sun began to set, purples, oranges, yellows and reds littered the serenity sky the weaning moon standing out amongst it all in its white, blue hue. Brayden slowly started to drift off to sleep, his tummy full and his body tired Allydah’s heart beat slowly put him into a deep relaxed sleep. Without noticing her charge had fallen asleep, her sapphire eyes narrowed into the distance just wanting to be done this task already, and then find a place of shelter before nightfall and before the cold set in agitating the young human boy further.


“Brayden do you know this area at all?” Looking around Allydah’s inner sense of direction was going haywire with panic as night drew closer and the cold crept through the holes in her rag adorn dress. “Brayden?” Finally, looking down a warm smile tugged at her cherry lips and her eyes softened to a glittering sapphire glow “aw Brayden…” Shaking her head, she began to rub his back gently humming a tune she heard her elder sing to her when they wanted her to stay calm and rest. Brayden lay sucking his thumb his teddy bear pulled tight to his chest in the cutest little picture ever. The nosey people that looked at them while Allydah trudged on to get to their destination gave looks of pity as if thinking the young child belongs to the girl like mother and child. Allydah didn’t return the looks, her mind lashed out at them in their stupidity to not see the racial difference between the two of them. A small adoring ping in her older than most humans can live heart, for young Brayden. It kept her silent of any obscenities that wanted to come out, fearing of waking the boy and disturbing him from his much-needed slumber from reality.


Nightfall came quicker than expected and the chill in the air was enough to bite and wake the young lad into a crying fit. “Brayden shh shhh it’ll be okay shush! Someone will hear you! BRAYDEN!” Screeching Allydah dropped Brayden as his tears became red as blood and fire erupted from the left palm of his hand encircling his body like a thick boa constrictor before vanishing into his right palm. “Oh holy shit…” Looking around she analyzed where the two of them were. The streets were lit up with dull yellow street lamps and porch lights waiting for their workers to come home. In quick panic of not knowing how to handle a toddler, she pulled out the ball from the ragged backpack. “Listen! Make a wish maybe it will show us where we can stay! BRAYDEN!” Shoving the ball into his little pyromaniac hands a blood tear hit it activating the ball and with a burst of blackish light, it consumed him before vanishing. Allydah’s mouth dropped, Brayden now wore a pair of black sneakers, heavy dark gray sweatpants, a black long sleeved shirt and a black winter coat. “How in hell’s blazing name?” Allydah eyed the orb no longer trusting its mysterious powers. Taking a second look at Brayden, Allydah stumbled back gasping and pointing at him. “YOU AGED!” Looking down at himself Brayden had grown over a foot taller and now looked like an 8 year old than the 4 year old he had been only a few moments ago.


Rubbing her face in her hands and with her mindset, Allydah snatched the orb away. “Apparently it would seem your true wish was to be a few years older and warmer, stupid termite wasting...” Looking around, while grumbling nastily, she noticed it was darker than before. “Oh Bloody Hades, what to do, what to doooo?” Snatching his hand roughly, Allydah dragged the kid along with her, shoving the orb back in the ragged backpack. Storming down the road, Brayden dragged in tow, the older girl started weaving in all sorts of directions through multiple streets and alleyways, fear apparent in her eyes as she kept her eyes on the sky above and the shadows for movement.


“Allie what’s wrong?” Brayden’s ability to speak improved greatly with the small fact of his baby teeth had grown out with the changes and adult ones mostly.


“Someone’s after me, and if you keep using that orb not only I will be caught but you too! I don’t know about you but I’m willing to bet someone would pay A LOT to have you as a slave.” Pulling out the teddy bear that was safely tucked in his jacket, Brayden hugged it frightened by what the older girl said. Looking around Allydah’s bolt-shaped pupils narrowed in on treetops only mere streets away from them, “Jackpot!” Grinning wickedly, she sprinted, dragging poor Brayden along, through yards and alleyways as quick as she could.


“ALLIE STOOOOOP!” Could be heard for the brief moments there were out in the open before a raven’s caw echoed short distances away. Allydah wasted no time sprinting into the forest and further away from the bird, diving into thick bushes pulling Brayden to her tightly all the way. A hand smacked over his mouth so he wouldn’t say a word or sound to give away their location as her sapphire eyes were filled with panic darting all over the sky and shadows. After a few minutes passed, Brayden became restless and pulled away from his self-proclaimed guardian. “What was THAT about?” Angry fiery brown eyes pinned her to where she sat.


Guilt washed over the young being but she didn’t look away, meeting his angry look with a gentle look. “Alright, let me explain a few things first. You, some how I do not know how but you did, accept a dark force into your soul. Well to put it in lames term, you are bound with a demon and the more you use the powers, the more your mortal body will take on the characteristics oh the demon, pointed ears, weird eyes so on and so forth.”


Brayden blinked looking at her, “So you are saying?” The older child frowned deeply, “I’m saying you have another’s soul in you, with your own.” Brayden’s legs seem to turn to jelly and his pants covered knees hit the dirt below, his mouth dropped open and eyes wide in complete shock. “How can that be…?” Allydah looked over his form in concern and astonishment. How could he not know someone else was in his body with him? Was the demon that good at hiding that even taking over on occasions the charge had no full aware of it? Possible…damn she needed her books now than ever.


“I’m sorry Brayden I don’t know how but…I will say this. Darkness isn’t always evil and light isn’t always good.” Nodding more to her self than him, Allydah remembered multiple times having fruity angels, point a weapon of some kind at her from just looking at them, and she was just a child herself then.


Tears pricked Brayden’s eyes and a full-blown wail poured from his dark lips, “I DON’T WANT TO BE A DEMON! I WANT MY MOMMY!” Spinning on his heels, he bolted through the woods leaving his teddy bear at her feet.


“Brayden?” Groaning the older being got up looking around first for the dark birds that were the eyes of the twelve shadows then reached down picking up the worn toy clutching it to her dirty chest hands clasped in prayer. “Great grandma if you still would lend me your ears, help me protect the young one into the journey our fates have set for him and please keep that nasty man from finding us. I promise to make you proud of me…one day.” Bowing slightly she took off like a rabbit speeding through the trees and bushes, allowing her powers to take control her face took light lines of that of a cheetah, her ears grew larger pointing out to be more like fox ears then elf and her hands and feet curled to slightly looking like paws. With only those slight changes Allydah’s speed, hearing, smell and hunting skills tripled.


Long reddish furred ears swerved forward and back, picking up sounds from all over as she ran through the forest. Distant howling forced her to slam on the breaks and change direction; they were the howls of a pack finding a pup and hopefully considered not to eat it. “Brayden if you get eaten I swear!” Racing against what seemed like time Allydah moved keeping her ears tuned into the wolves barks and howls. Once more, she was forced to stop in her tracks sliding face to face with a growling, alpha male timber wolf. Looking around the wolf Allydah slowly retracted her demonic features, seeing Brayden playing with a young black and brown pelted wolf. “Brayden!” The older being snapped gaining the wolves and his attention oddly enough.


Smirking Brayden pulled the wolf close to him his eyes shining like fire from a volcano. “MINE! He comes with us!” Nuzzling his face into the wolf’s silk coat Allydah smacked her face rubbing her temples weakly. It was going to be a loooong night and the sun had only just finally fully set.


The black and brown wolf stayed by Brayden’s plump-bellied side through the whole night, Allydah stayed in a tree above the two watching as the elders in the wolf pack danced around howling and barking the smell of sex heavy in the cold air a few yards away. Shaking her head Allydah narrowed her eyes taking into account all the older wolves pelt coloration and even the sleeping young ones tucked away together in a hallowed out tree, looking down sapphire eyes narrowed even more. No other wolf had a black and brown coloration or silver eyes as the one Brayden was lying on or could hunt for two at that young of age easily.


Leaning back and shivering Allydah thought about the orb and the connection it seemed to have with the young human. “Brayden…you miserable little termite…what in Hades’ name are you?” Smiling up at the slightly weaning moon through the trees, she willed her long, raggedly torn wings for all who looks to see and wrapped them around her lithe body for a little warmth. Looking down once more Allydah almost fell from the tree her wings being the only thing keeping her balance, staring at the once young Brayden wide eyed and mouth gaped open. “He’s a hybrid!” Wings flew out at attention, as she took to the sky even with them torn; the ability to fly was not lost to her through her tortures. Allydah’s dark ruby and black tattered wings looked as if acid was spilled all over them eating away the membrane, as a large clawed animal ripped gashes all over them, which in turn explained her torn dress she still worn.


Spinning and avoiding the branches at all cost she came to the clear star born skies and stretched her wings to their fullest, each wing base to tip was a little over five feet in length and two and a half feet in height. Pumping the appendages, she soared across the treetops closing in on a mountain not to far north, wincing slightly as the backpack’s straps cut into her shoulders with each pump. “I will figure this out, even if it means shaking the world order!” Throwing her head back she let out a loud roar of bottled up rage sounding like a common mountain lion to human ears. A small ribbon of shimmering red dust fell over her, transforming the human body to almost half beast. Her ears grew longer and higher on her head, red fur covered her fox-like ears the tips being black fur, matching her long ebony black hair that had pulled up into pigtails held up by clips and grew to her ankles.


Her once torn dress transformed into a nice ruby colored spaghetti strap sundress stopping two inches above the knees and with a low backing making room for her wings and a v neck line. Allydah looked down, as her chest grew to a size slightly bigger than a C but not a D cup, a strapless bra gave the once innocent sundress a temptress feel to it. Matching ruby ballet shoes with lacings up to under her knees adored her feet. Her height sizes grew to five feet and seven inches, give or take an inch or two. Allydah’s clawed fingernails have been painted red as bangles of red, silver and black flattered her wrists jingling like bells with each movement. Her once young body now showed off curves of an adult her eyes sparkled with a lascivious shine. The curve of her behind adored a new appendage; two sleek black tails with deep red rings all over flickered out behind her. Light lines of that of a cheetah began to show on her face as her complexion paled to almost translucent.


Looking at herself wide eyed Allydah stopped in mid air, hovering in place to get a look at what just happened. “TTThisss can’t be tttrrrrue…I STOPPED AGING!” Slowly hyperventilating Allydah missed the raven staring at her and then disappearing into the darkness that was the night to find its master. “This has to be a mistake! I’m almost four hundred years old! I could not have been in that bastard ball for that long! NO! NO! NO! Not possible!” Speeding toward a ledge on the mountain she landed gracefully and began to pace, ripping off the backpack and pulling out the ball staring into it as she paced.


“No my dear it is not possible, out here you have only been gone for a hundred years.” A deep smug sounding voice purred from the shadows of a near by ledge. Allydah jumped and spun around to the voice, giving a slight peep show of her red thong, her eyes wide and filled with love.


“Axel? Is that really you? You sound older. How are you? I missed you!” Almost diving at him, she slammed into a halt in mid air at the edge of her ledge when he stepped out the shadows with a blonde haired girl with her arms around his toned upper arm. “Axel?” Shaking she looked him over his once soft brown eyes were dark and black, his body was muscle bound and tight with a sinister smile sitting on his lips. Rugged ebony blue-feathered wings adorn his back and he more no shirt showing off the disgustingly ripped stomach. Black pants hung low on his hips guns and knives tucked into all the many pockets and a whip hung by the belt on his side by the girl. A jaguar stepped out on the other side of Axel growling lowly its eyes a hazed black….

Startled from the sound of the heavy courtyard doors slamming Serena looked up from her book to find one of her ‘teachers’ hovering over her looking rather painfully displeased with her hair and decided to quickly pull her up by it. Squawking in pain from it didn’t faze said adult at all as he dragged the girl to his office to begin her lessons. “You made us start late so you will stay late. What a vile disgrace you are!” Snarling in disgust he locked the door and closed the blinds grabbing a brush he pinned the smaller being down and scraped the brush through her deep red hair, ensuing torturous screams as it has mostly ripped it out completely. “Shut up twit!” Back handing her the older man looking like a male who worked out quiet a bit but his face had unusual wide scars…they looked like…scrapes. After about twenty minutes of hair ripping torture to the small girl who was now in tears, eyes puffy and blurred while her hands were tied behind her back and a rag shoved half way down her throat, he stopped her hair being semi to his liking. With or without the blood now trailing down her head and neck, neither would have given the man a reason to bat a lash at her.


“Now Serena, will you keep your hair clean and nice for now on am I correct in this assumption?” His deep green brown eyes felt like thorns tearing into her body while his hands gripped her upper arms slowly creating bruises that would last a while and yet his grip only seem to tighten as the seconds ticked by.

A small nod was all he got as he watched her golden brown eyes more gold then brown begin to withdraw inwardly from the world. He himself began to grim perversely when he pulled out a needle chalk full of ‘medicine’ and planted it right into her pale young neck.

His corrupted laughter was all I could hear as I felt my body tingle and fall asleep but something else…something in my mind was falling in a different way, falling deep into darkness a darkness sleep could not touch. Changes began to take place as I fell, I could feel my ears elongate and then tickle with the cover of fur, my eyes pulsed as my sight changed I only figure my eye color changed with it, what were once human teeth transformed into animalistic ones, sharp and dangerous it pricked at my gums. Looking down fingernails sharpened and lengthened, my body became lithe and fragile but most importantly was the detail that my body became almost translucent to my own sight. A tingle along my spine turned into a out of control spasm as an appendage grew from what I thought was a muscle spasm but really my bone twitching and moving giving way to a long fluffy tail. Too long for the body I had.

Jumping through this kind of darkness was like playing a game of twister your move should be known before you do it or you’d get twisted up and you’d end up losing your balance thus losing entirely. It was too back that this kind of losing only meant inescapable insanity or to some a welcomed death.


Opening my thin arms I welcomed the darkness and fall, embracing them both equally I opened all my senses to the outside to the calls of help to the calls of loneliness most of all to the calls of desperation. Each call was a dimming light it was by chance if you caught onto one that belong to a safe person or dangerous, but chances aren’t recognized by a disturbed child of preteen years or any child at all for that matter. I don’t think I’m a child here though. Children don’t have busts do they? I’m beginning to forget things…little things…common knowledge things.

Fog mystified the place while I ran through it leaving the physical body further and further behind, in this place I had no clothes in this place I didn’t have to hide what I was and so I ran further from reality and what my teacher could be doing to the flesh that was my young body. Fear wasn’t in my nature but my personality was balanced in a sickly sense of righteousness and an anger that could blow buildings away of course there were the little things like possessiveness, happiness, sadness, and depression but it wasn’t what made me what I was. No, those feelings were as common as breathing and lasted as long as it took to fill your lungs and for me those feelings could be even more fleeting than that.


My eyes pulsed as I ran further, deeper then anyone would ever go, the path back to reality was twisting and shrouded in the fog, would I find my way back? It didn’t matter because here I could see them all, here is where no one could touch no one could make me feel but in turn I could touch everything. Slowing down to a stop I found myself standing at an alter of some sort in the middle of ruins, statues shattered and blood smeared the floors. At sight of this I should have been scared, but everything felt so right…so natural and calming. Understanding washed through my being, my tail twitching in ease of the surroundings, this is where I’d stay for now, to rest and be forgotten until I was needed. Until she needed ME.

Walking closer to the alter I looked down at my hand, there sat a round black stone that held no shape yet, by the world or its influences knew not of it. So she sat it in its center and looked out at the vast area.


It would be safe. Unlike the body that stood against me and the rest of the world. The body wouldn’t be destroyed…by the time I return there may be nothing left to it, but I will be the punisher. I will be what no one else could be in this sick twisting world of chaos.

Untouched.

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Blood sunk into the ground in heavy doses, black hair covered faces, wide unblinking eyes that were wet in despair of the happenings around them. Horror struck faces, enraged husks, brutes of war, and sacrifices of the surprise, what had happened here… “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!” The howl itself was filled with a voice that sounded like someone who lost absolutely everything.




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