"Once upon a time, a little girl drew her first breath swallowing the last traces of a
dead-winged girl, and she spent the rest of her life searching for a happily ever after."

"Vaan, my boy, this is the story of a young girl who forgot how to fly. . ." His voice cracked from old age, his flesh dry and broken like harden clay, and his eyes holding only a flicker of youth that they once held. He moved across the room slowly, his figure casting shadows across the walls by the candles that burned silently on the desks and shelves. He found rest in the large, burgundy chair embedded with dark-blue patterns running along the sides. He allowed his hollow, old body to sink into the comfort that was offered, and sighed heavily, glad to finally be sitting. He let his tired eyes travel down toward the small child with sun-kissed locks and eyes holding the deep and dark depths of a forest within their innocent stare. The boy leaned forward upon the soft, brown carpet, his eyes fixated on his grandfather, eager to here the ancient tale that the old man would unravel.

"A long, long time ago, there was a girl far more special than any other. She was not a normal, everyday young lady that strolled the streets of her kindgom, or the young girl that worked in the bakery making delicious sweets for customers. No, this young maiden was the last living descendant of a race called Celeste.

Celeste were beauts that were known for the large and magnificent wings that sprouted from their backs, the very color as pure as the white of snow. Their powers were unimaginable and often times centered around the basic elements: fire, earth, wind, and water, but they were not limited to these alone. They were both admired and envied by humans bound to walk the earth wingless and powerless amongst the beauties that graced the earth with a breath of divinity in each. When the age came where only one Celeste was left, greed entrapped the human mind, and dark, sinister thoughts began to circulate. A powerful and ruthless kingdom they called Arcadia rose to seize the power of the Celeste; to seize the last remaining child of their kind: Niamh. With her within their grasps, their king planned to wage war against the neighboring countries and take what he thought was his.

Thus, all her life, Niamh grew up in isolation, restrained in a heavily guarded shrine inside the walls of Arcadia. She only escaped her imprisonment when bloodshed of other nations was called for. Thousands to millions died because of her power, and slowly the realization became to much for her to bare. The sorrow inside her chest hung heavy like an iron heart, grounding her to earth. A being like her is meant to fly through Heaven's skies unbound by the chains that lock one's feet to the ground, however, when it is confined for too long, it loses the urge to fly and slowly forgets how to.

Slowly the elegant wings that sprouted from her back began to wither away. In their place were a small set of bat-like wings that appeared demonic and grotesque. They did not know of the sky and did not know of the feeling of the wind playing beneath them. Their only reason for being there was to remind her of what she lost. It was too much for Niamh to bear any longer.

Locked up and concealed from the outside world until she was needed, Niamh began to lose her will to live. Inside the shrine she had called home for many years, she began to waste away, withering like a flower. She wanted to end this miserable life and repent for the lives that died at her hands; she didn't want to care for anything - not the power struggles, not the greedy, not the torture, and not even her own life. She became hollow and dull, no life breathing into her small frame. She was like a porcelain doll - beautiful but lifeless. Truth be told, she died the day they imprisoned her.

The king of Arcadia, Gabriel, saw this lack of life in the girl and would not tolerate losing her. If their weapon and their trump card was lost, how would they eliminate their enemies? How would he rise to the top and dominate the world? Who would strike fear in the hearts of the people and make them bow down to his every wish? Out of his own selfish desires, Gabriel forced several monks to come together where they assembled in the shrine, and by his command, they placed a spell upon the dieing Celeste - a blessing to the kingdom but a curse for the girl.

Her curse? She was bound to a cycle of eternal reincarnation, and always reborn into the Montroussier family - the royal family of Arcadia. Over and over again she is used as a tool to wreak havoc and bring fear to the people only to die and repeat the process for all eternity.

"I am so very, very tired. Please . . . " She had begged them, " . . . May I rest now?"

". . . Never."

That is the single word that guts her clean every time, that strangles her heart to death, and lets the clock continue ticking inside her head, always reminding her that her time is not up. The wind is no longer a friend and the sky is no longer a dream. All is lost to her. She can no longer spread her wings and take flight upon the wind in the endless sea of blue in the waterless sky above, she remains chained to the earth, a small hint of longing in her decaying heart but never enough to move her hollow body. . .

The young boy that had sat quietly enthralled at the beginning of the tale was now in tears, the large drops of water pouring as he stared with sorrow etched across his face.

"Why did you tell me such a sad story, Grandfather?" He wanted to know for his heart could only sting with pain and sadness.

"Because, my dear boy, every story deserves a happy ending," He told him quietly, his eyes full of pity and sympathy, "And someday when you meet her, I would like for you to help her fly again. Give her story the ending it deserves."

If this is going to be an intro to a RP, it needs to be moved to the RP forums. Let me know so I can get this moved for you if necessary. :yes:

No, it's just not, just a posting to
see what it looks like.

just trying out menewsha
to see what i think about it.