This is still in its baby stages but I thought I would put it out there to get some Feedback on it. I know its not 100 percent grammatically correct yet, please dont yell at me for that. I dont know what I want to call it yet but I have considered alot of things but have not yet desided on anything. For now I will call it EdenStar. I would like some opinions on the thing.....weather or not to continue to pursue it further.
It already is much further even if the whole thing is scarcely past baby stages.

The Prologue is not yet typed but I will place that in this post. I will put chapter 1 in the next post.

Chapter 1- A well kept secret

Back then I would have considered myself your average everyday girl. Every morning I would awaken early in order to go to school, a college where I was studying to be a teacher. In the evening I would leave my classes and head to work before going home to dinner before bed, it was a monotonous life perhaps but normal as they come.

Perhaps my appearance came as a bit of a shock to people, being that I always choose to dress by my own individual style matched with my black hair with pink, bright pink, at the very tips of my hair. It may have been unusual but it was part of my dull life, my boring everyday average life.

It was normal life in all ways, until that day came which would change that boring life forever. It was a sunny day that day, I remember this because we where all cooped up inside due to the fact that our classes came before having fun. How we longed then for the freedom of our childhood then. Oh how simple those day times where as I sat in my Calculus class lazily taking notes and daydreaming about being out under the trees.

It was then in that moment of half consciousness that I first heard her voice. The voice was one like that of a small child. It was quiet in that moment, quiet and distant, as if it came from a very badly tuned radio. Only a few words reached my ears but I still remember that desperate cry, “h…elp …me… p…lease… help”

I looked up in a complete alertness at that point, “what!?” I looked around at the rest of the class who was all staring at me with a looked of deep confusion. Nobody was concentration on the lesson but rather on whether or not I was going to freak out or something, “who said that…someone is in trouble!?”

“Akira? Nobody but Mr. Morgan was speaking at all, are you sure you didn’t dream it? Maybe you should like…lay down after class or something”

“Was it… a dream?” I repeated her in a deep confusion, after all it had seemed so very real to me, it didn’t seem at all like a dream, “no…I’ll be alright, I don’t need to skip Chemistry I already had to miss one last week for advisement, I miss another one and its going to be impossible to pass.”

“Are you sure…..? I mean your acting kind of unusual today Kira….not at all yourself..”

“I’ll be alright Rina, don’t worry about me, it was just a dream I’ll be fine once we get to Chemistry”

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The rest of the day went without incident yet the voice in my head never left my thoughts. I spent my last four periods and all through work doing nothing but thinking about it. I was beginning to no longer be able to tell if it really was a dream or reality.

It was only when I was home later that evening pouring over my books that it happened again. The voice was the same one I had heard earlier but this time it was much louder and much more clearer then the first time. “Help…me….p…lease”

I looked up with my eyes wide, my pen slipped from my lips where I had placed it to read a passage. I was silent for a moment to try and decide whether or not I was imagining things. “who are you….where…are you?”

“Not….much…t…ime” the voice once again began to fade away as if her existence was fading away with it, “g…ar…den…p…lease”

“Garden? What garden?” I called out, but the answer never came. I knew not where I was headed nor what I would do once I got there but I knew there was not much time. It was that simple fact that drove me to go there….where-ever this garden was.

It was good that the night air was not nearly as briskly cold as it could have been due to the fact that I had not bothered to grab a coat. It was many months later during my stay in Tarra that I regretted this stay immensely however.

A soft wind blew as I walked through the moonlit night outside. I had no idea how I knew where I was going, or perhaps I really didn’t need to know but the fact remained that my feet simply seemed to guide me in the right direction. I was headed towards the forest outside the edge of my town. My thoughts grew graver and graver as I headed towards those trees, the fact remained that nobody dared go near the forest at night…not since the rape and murder of that high school girl there a few years previous.

In my mind I kept saying, “maybe shes not there, after all the poor child could be anywhere at all, no one said this garden was in those trees” but even as I said them I knew I didn’t believe them. I knew deep within me that the place where the girl was would somehow be connected to those trees.

I paused for a moment when I reached the point where the Forest reached into the barren land. I felt as if it where beckoning me there to swallow me whole…a mere prey to a deadly creature. My thoughts where very swayed towards two separate directions at the same time. On the one hand to stay meant to survive, to be in my own safety. However to go…meant to save a child whom I was dead certain was in a vast amount of trouble possibly even her life was on the line. The choice really came down to the choice of her or me…who’s life did I value more.

I closed my eyes, I had to make the decision quickly and without delay, every moment wasted was one moment closer to her destruction. I closed my eyes, took a deep sigh, and plunged into those trees without looking back. When I opened my eyes again the forest somehow looked even more frightening then it had from the outside reaches.

Darkness fell quickly all around me and grew ever so much denser with ever step I took. I continued to go forward though without any real direction in mind, I simply let my feet carry me where I was going. My eyes where open and alert to any notice of movement at all, my ears to any sounds in the forest. The trees grew darker and more deadly silent as I continued to walk, that was when I heard it, the sound I dreaded more then any sound in the forest.

*snap* Oh no a second branch, surely this was not my own feet making these noises… A rustle in the trees, who was it there behind that tree…another snap, oh no there growing closer.

It was at this point that I bolted in the opposite direction. It did not matter who or what it was in that spot neither was going to be any good news to me. I kept running faster and faster through the trees till my legs ached from running and then I ran some move.

By the time I stopped running I realized the forest was so dark I could no longer see the bits of light that had managed to just barely sneak through before. I held up my fingers before my face and saw nothing. My heart began to race, I had no idea where I was or how long I had been running, and to top it all off I was not alone in this dark place.

I fell to my knees and prayed like hell that something, anything would save me from my current position. I do not know how long I remained there in that position half listening to the silence praying that it would remain such, half praying for a way out. It was then that I saw it….a tiny flicker of light in the distance…my only hope at all.

I walked towards the light but cautiously, it was my only hope but it could also be my biggest nightmare. As I approached the light grew slightly brighter but remained faint. It almost started to flicker a little. My first thought was that it was a fire but as I moved closed the lights danced differently then fire, a little brighter then fire and also more sporadic if that was possible.

I reached the place and found that it was a small clearing. I had never in my entire life seen a clearing like that one. There where four things in the clearing which made it unique. There was a small orb of light situated far above my head and yet under the canopy of the trees. It was perfectly round with slight marring here or there. It was strange how eerie it was that it reminded me of the moon yet closer to earth…it had to be closer to earth and yet it seemed much more distant then it was.

There where two mirrors in the clearing which was strange but given that the whole clearing was strange I came not to question why they where there but rather what there purpose of them. The one to the left of me was pure white along the sides of the crystal mirror. It showed many different things around the edges…things such as creatures both of earth and not of earth and people who where known to have done ultimately good things. When you looked in the mirror it reflected not what the surroundings where around me but something much different. When I looked in the mirror I saw myself and yet around me in the reflection was a place much different then the one I stood.

The second mirror was much more dark in appearance. It had the appearance of being burning but yet the flames where pure black in color and gave off no light nor any warmth. There was an air about the thing that filled me with fear, I was not sure what that mirror meant but I knew that I had to stay away from that mirror at all costs. It would be a long time till I finally understood what they meant…where they led.

The last thing in the clearing was the one that was probably the most normal and yet the one that drew my attention the most. There was a very small pond halfway between the two mirrors with a waterfall pouring gracefully from a seeming nowhere into the pond below it. I was so crystal clear that I stood there mesmerized by the whole thing. I walked towards the cool water and my face was hit by the tiny flickers of light that seemed to come from the water itself. I knelt beside the water to simply gaze into its beauty. I gently ran my fingers through the water not really paying attention as I gazed into the water fall.

I hummed gently as I looked down into the water at my fingers which gently glazed its surface only to find them gone. The point where my fingers where in the water had totally disappeared. I pulled my hand quickly from the water in shock and saw to my astonishment that I had all my parts and limbs.

This simple action turned my fear of the water into a deep seeded curiosity. Was it simply and illusion created by the water itself? I stuck my hand into the water though this time much ,much more cautiously the first time and to my expectations my whole hand disappeared. Once again I pulled my hand from the water and once again my hand was unscathed.

I now stared into the water trying to figure out its trick, its illusion. I do not know how long I sat there staring into the dark depths of the water. It could have been hours or mere minutes. Time merely seemed to flow without me as I stared blankly and confused into that water. I saw it though, eventually, formed into the image of the lake. The image of a garden appeared to me in the surface. It was a beautiful garden I could tell that simply by staring into the little bit I could see.

The purpose of my trip came flying back tome as if it had never been far away. The little child’s voice who spoke so faintly had said something about a garden. Surely this was the garden, except how to get in there. It came to me all at once and I did not pause to think about it instead I stood up, backed up just a little bit and took a running dive into the unknown depths of the black surface.

There was no splash to be made as I hit that cold water and immediately I felt myself unable to breath as I sank deeper and deeper into the water depths. My thoughts began to run that I was surely going to die, I had been lured into the trap laid by the lake itself.

I let myself sink deeper and deeper, the could chilling me right down to the bones. I knew I was going to die, there was no doubt in that. I couldn’t breath and everything became darker and darker, fainter and fainter. I felt the water become more solid…like a pasty clay just before my consciousness faded into blackness.

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“wake up” a small voice from somewhere in my head called out to me. It was dark but I did not want to open my eyes, lying there like that just felt nice, “wake up”

“Am….I dead?” I asked not knowing if this perhaps was heaven or hell, brought about by my untimely death. I was afraid to open my eyes, what if my life was not led to the best and I was headed straight for hell. Although, it really didn’t feel that hot.

“Wake up” the voice repeated again in the same gentle caring it had the first time it spoke. There was something about the voice that seemed very familiar to me, where had I heard it before. It was when it spoke for the third time that I listened to its commanding “please wake up”.

I opened my eyes slowly still fearing what it was I would find when I opened them. What met my sight when I did finally open them was not what I expected at all but rather a magnificent garden surrounded me. I looked around me in search of the source of the voice I had heard in hopes that they might be able to explain to me where this was and why I was here but I found no such person, in fact I found no person in sight at all.

I slowly got to my feet and slowly began to search around the place, trying to find my purpose there. It was a large garden with many plants. There where flowers scattered around everywhere along the ground under large trees with sweeping low branches filled with the most luscious looking fruit I had ever laid eyes one, almost like it was all perfectly ripe at all times.

I swooped down to pick a pretty pink flower to which I had never seen before. I listened to the cool breeze and thought to myself, surely then, this must be heaven. I walked around a little while and passed many more trees. There was a large swing towards the center of the garden. A simple wooden swing with vines adorned with flowers that shot up further then I could see. It was pretty in its own sense but also perhaps the most plain thing in the whole garden.

I sat down on the swing for a moment and stared out at the garden. It was a place of beauty, it was a place of grace, but most of all it was a place of peace. A peace of mind that told me I could spend the rest of eternity in the garden and never feel a days remorse.

It was then, staring out into the garden, that I noticed it, the one thing in the garden that was not perfect. My eyes fell upon an apple which had fallen to the ground. It was a large apple with two bite marks within it and yet the thing did not seem rotten. It seemed rather unusual to me that there would be a half eaten apple in such a seemingly deserted place.

I stood from the swing and moved towards the apple, it was then that I received the biggest shock of them all. Underneath the biggest tree of them all with the most Luscious looking fruit laid a small child who looked to be no older them seven or eight. She had been fast asleep which I approached her but she spoke to me, it was more of an echo within my head but I heard her none the less.

I realized where I had heard the voice from, it was this small child who had spoken to me from back in my bed room, it was also her small voice who had awakened me here in the garden as well.

“Girl from Earth..” she spoke to me, her voice seemed to be fading away even as she spoke, “I do not have much time until I will be nothing more then an empty hallow…you where brought here, by destiny, to fulfill…a very important role”

Her voice became nothing more then a solemn whisper at this point, “terra….please…“ it was then that her voice faded way into nothingness leaving me rather confused.

I knelt before the child and looked at her, “Terra? Is that was this place is called?”

The voice did not call to me again but the girl before me slowly began to open her eyes. I looked her over at this point. She was a small frail looking child. She wore simple dress a soft purple dress over purple boots. She also had a jeweled tiara adorning her head. It was her bright red hair and eyes that told me that this was no ordinary girl. Her eyes where the palest of lavender in color and her vivid red hair was long enough to tough the ground even if she stood.

She stood to her feet and looked at me. There was a sadness in her eyes as she shook her head and held up her hand towards me as if she wanted me to take her hand.

I hesitated for only a second before I reached out my hand towards that small frail hand. As my large bulky fingers clasped around those small frail ones a bright light surrounded us and I felt myself once again falling into nothingness. I was afraid but this time I did not fear death of suffocation…I feared the unknown in where I was headed. Little did I know that I was being faced with a journey that would change my life forever. Little did I know that I had just raged war on Terra.

Authors Note on Chapter 1-

Right now I feel that this chapter is a little weak. It needs alittle more bulk I feel though it does serve its purpose. It gets her from Earth through the garden. The next chapter is a bit more exciting I hope. Plus you kind of meet Trente in the next chaper though you do not know that it is him. Trente is one of my favorite characters xP

Chapter 2- In a Land Called Terra

I lay for many hours with my eyes closed. Afraid to open them. Afraid of what I would find if I did. Would I be home? The Garden? Or somewhere new, somewhere unfamiliar, somewhere that filled me with the most fear I had ever yet known?

I did not open them for a long time, simply choosing to lay and wait. Images flashed through my head as if I had opened my eyes, images of many different possibilities, had it all been a dream for me? Would I be in my bed at home? I was in a state of peacefulness and yet still I was on edge, careful about what I would find. My skin took in the cool air, every touch attuned to my surroundings. It was much to cold for this to be my room at home, too much of a crispness in the air. My nose carefully pricked up, attuned to every smell and my ears to every sound. Careful I was to sense any movement, any change and yet I found I had nothing. Nothing at all in the cool darkness.

An eerie silence filled the cool air giving off a feeling of nothingness. I sat in this nothingness for what could have been days, hours, or mere minutes. I never would be one hundred percent sure. I felt at ease in the nothingness and was contented to wait there for a while more.

However, after awhile I determined in my own right that I would never know if I lay there forever. I would never know all that lay around me and eventually I would either be killed by what lay within my darkness or I would rot away while debating whether or not to move. I could easily have slipped into the darkness and let myself be taken away forever, it was so comfortable, but this was not the way of it, I would open them and move forward, no matter where I lay.

Slowly I opened my eyes to take in the last of my surroundings that I had not gotten with the rest of my sensory mind. What I saw when I opened my eyes at long last where leaves, many leaves, and many branches. My ears filled for the first time with the sound of many animals. Birds chirped from somewhere above her. Warmth from a gentle sun tickled her skin filling her with a feeling of tranquil peace. A peace that was nothing like the peacefulness of the nothingness but something more pure, more tranquil.

My mind did not immediately fill with the questions that came with time. In minutes, though, my mind began to fill with a plethora of questions. Where was this place? Was I home? Had it all just been a dream? I looked around me and decided that this had to be the forest near my home. In my rush the night before I must have hit my head and dreamed all about the garden and the girl.

I sighed and hung my head. It had been such a nice dream. A dream that I wished had been a reality. I sighed again but stood up, brushed the dirt off my pants, and decided to start walking. If I wanted to make it home anytime soon then I needed to continue walking. I knew back home my mother would have been terribly worried ever since she figured out that I had left and still not returned. Maybe she would have called a search party. I forced myself to think of something else, anything else. I continued to watch the trees with its many birds. I had only seen a few of them but I knew they where there I could hear them. There had to be so many of them to make that much noise. I don’t remember ever hearing so many birds in all my life.

I was walking in silence without really thinking about where I was going. My mind was on the dream, the small child pleading with me, and on my home which I seemed to have left forever ago. I was walking in such a preoccupied manner when my foot caught on something and I felt myself hit the ground in the most painful and least graceful manner possible. My head hit something sharp upon the ground which caused me to shriek out in pain.

I rubbed the spot where my head had hit the ground and discovered it was moist, I pulled my hand away instinctively to see that I was bleeding a little, nothing too bad. I didn’t want to think about the damage to my head. I turned to see what it was that had caused me to lose my footing as a distraction. When my eyes fell upon the girl from the garden they widened in disbelief. If this was home then how could the girl from my dream be here?

I bent close to the girl and reached out a hand as if assess whether or not the girl was truly there. As my hand grazed the soft red hair just above the girls forehead the girls eyes opened. There was a moment when the girl looked up at me and even though the girls face showed no emotion there was something about her that told me this girl was not a dream. Later in life I would never be able to recall what drove me in that moment to believe the girl was there but something in her, maybe it was her emotionless helpless eyes, told me this girl needed my help. It was an unspoken pact made in that moment that would change the course of both of our destinies.

I stood gently and winced slightly in pain. Looked like I had twisted my ankle as well. I knew that I must find my way out of this forest but I also knew that the child must come with me. I took a few steps to gingerly test my ankle. It would take some effort but I believed I could do it, whether or not it would slow or not was an entirely different story. I gently bent to scoop the girl into my arms before continuing my walking. I looked around me looking in each direction. All the directions looked the same so I closed my eyes and took a step in one direction. I figured if I continued in one direction I was bound to eventually find its outskirts. It all came down to how long, I certainly didn’t have food or water, and so I was hoping in that moment that this forest was not large. So it was this that took me once more into my own steady rhythmic walking.

I walked a long time, a couple hours at least, before I noticed the difference. It had started very slowly at first but after awhile began to move at a more rapid pace. So that as I noticed the change it was changing within my notice as I walked. The peaceful chattering soon began to fade away into eerie silence. The warm sunlight soon began to cover in darkened shadows. It almost went back into the less tranquil nothingness was fading back into my head, accept that the surroundings where becoming something dead, spooky and uncheerful.

I heard it mere seconds before I saw the arrow headed directly at the place where I stood. I moved quickly and not a moment too soon. The arrow struck a tree only inches away from where I now stood with the girl.

I tried to move but got no more then a couple of steps when I collapsed against the tree breathing heavily. My brain was telling me that I needed to take the girl and run as far away as I could but my feet just would not listen to my pleas. I could hear the dull thud of my heart beating much faster then it had a few moments ago.

I heard the footsteps on the broken branches that littered the forest floor. He paused just opposite the tree from where I stood. My heart raced a mile a minute, faster then it had yet been. Did I dare try and run? Would I be able to get away? I sat there playing both options in my head, should I run with the possibility of being heard, not to mention that a twisted ankle is not an easy thing to run on, or should I stay there in my silence. Each moment ticked by without my being able to move, the breaths became deep. Concentration at the end of each breath as I remembered to take another and then another. My ears pricked to the sounds of the person on the other side of the tree.

I heard his voice though his words said he was not speaking to me, “Mikan do kurian. Toi no dioska,” he mumbled to himself. He had a smooth voice that was shocking to me; to me it sounded almost musical, magical, I had expected him to sound gruff. It was one of the most beautiful sounds I could ever remember hearing. I heard him sit against the tree and despite all the warnings going off in my head I found myself unable to not take a peek at the man behind that beautiful voice. I had to look, to know.

I peered cautiously around the base of the tree at the man seated beside it. What I saw when I looked at him was something that I had not expected. He was the most beautiful creature I had ever had the privilege to lay eyes on.

He was human and yet, he couldn’t be human. He stood with almost picturesque stature, standing tall, taller then her at least, she could tell this even though he was seated. He had long red hair pulled into a loose ponytail that fell freely behind his back. It was sleek and smooth and blew softly as the wind took it but yet it did not fall one strand out of place. He was human like in all these qualities and yet they where almost inhuman as well. Too perfect where these features that anyone would have trouble taking there eyes off of him. It was only after taking in all this that she noticed the wings, soft red wings that held each feather within its place. The wings only appeared to radiate the same beauty that came from the rest of the magnificent creature.

A human with wings? Was he an angel of some kind? I found myself not able to tear my eyes away from him. For a time I forgot the sort of danger he had posed to me because I was so stricken with his vastly unusual appearance. Without thinking I reached a hand in front of me as if to touch the feathers in those magnificent wings. To feel the softness brush my fingertips. It was a sudden moment when I realized what I was doing and snapped my hand back towards myself in a quick fluid moment but it was too late.

As if he knew he was being watched he looked up at me with the most piercing green eyes which sent me into a panic and I quickly went back to hiding behind my tree although I knew my own foolishness had gotten me in trouble. My heart was once again racing in my chest. I knew I could never outrun him with the child in my arms.

“Dorkai duthnai?” he said softly though there was an edge to the musical quality in his voice. He moved to get closer to where I stood. I knew I would have to take my chances even if my chances where slim. I turned around to run as fast as my feet would carry me. I knew I needed to get away, far away, and as fast as I could.

I was no more then a few feet away when I heard the defining crunch in my ears that was my ankle. I started to crumble to the ground almost instantaneously. I closed my eyes preparing for the impact of the ground. I held the child closer to my chest to prevent her from as much of the impact as possible, to protect her from the fall. I waited to feel the hard ground but it never came. Instead I felt two rather strong arms catch me before I hit the ground and gently lay me down on the cold ground. “Dukai norken?”

“Please” I spoke though my voice came out no more then a broken whisper, I doubt if there was not a vast silence that he would have heard me, “Please don’t hurt us”

Suddenly his voice turned as cold as ice, though it never left its perfect tone. In that moment I was terrified of him and the dark expression that passed in those light green eyes. “Are you a Shrine Maiden?” He demanded of me harshly.

“Shrine Maiden?” my voice nothing more then a whimpered whisper. I had no idea what he was speaking about but at least he seemed to understand me.

“Don’t play stupid with me, everyone knows the shrine maiden’s of Dorthkai…” His eyes flashed viciously, “Especially if they speak that language”

I shivered involuntarily, and all at once I feared the beautiful creature in front of me. My voice was small, no more then an whisper when I answered. Afraid that this creature could devour me in one instant and something told me I wasn’t too far off the mark. “I…don’t know anything…”

Something in my tone made him stop as if maybe he was coming close to believing me. “That language….how is it that you speak it then…..don’t you know it’s forbidden” his voice at this point had not lost its darkness but there was almost a pleading quality in the words.

My eyes shot up in an instant and bore down on him as if trying to understand the words he had spoken to me, “My language…..” I said in the same soft whisper, even softer and barely audible, “is forbidden….?”

He studied me for a moment not answering me, as if contemplating the situation, contemplating me. He did not seem to want to hurt me at this point but at the same moment he was debating weather it could possibly be true. After a long moment, which to me seemed an eternity he spoke again, “Yes, it’s the Nurian language, it has long since been banned from use by all who are not a shrine maiden.”

“But….you seem to understand me just fine….” I said softly. He tensed and I knew immediately that I had said the precisely wrong thing at the wrong moment, this was not unusual for me. It was an unlucky talent of mine.

His eyes grew dark and brooding again, “That…..is a long story and certainly non of your business.”

“I am sorry…” I whispered so soft that I was unsure he would hear me. I knew I had touched a soft subject and I immediately regretted it.

He looked at me as if deciding weather or not to turn and walk away leaving me on my own way, weather to not bother with the trouble I would cause. However all in one moment his eyes set on the small red headed as if just noticing her for the first time. He seemed to do some quick calculating that seemed to take him by shock, surprise. “That….child….who is she?”

Suddenly my eyes met his and I knew to lie at this point would be frivolous and pointless. However I needed to pick my words carefully at the same time. I searched my mind for the right words to use, “She is not my child, though I will not abandon her any less.”

My eyes where on the ground when he spoke but I knew what it was he was saying, even though it was small and whispered, almost fearful. For all he said so far this shocked me, the fear, in his voice. “But who is she…?”

I answered simply, though I closed my eyes unable to look at him. “I don’t know….she called me to her….and I answered”

He looked at me I could feel it, “Do you know what you’ve done?” he said softly, almost sadly, as if the thought was painful, as if he finally knew what was going on, “do you know what you’ve begun?”

This answer shocked me, there was no way at this point to know that I would in fact someday be known as the girl who raged the war, at this point I knew non of this, but I would soon enough. I closed my eyes, “what do you mean?” I said softly but with as much strength as I could muster. I was fighting terribly to keep back the tears of frustration.

He contemplated this, “you shattered the order of the universe” he said simply, as if this was obvious but with a tone of finality that said he would tell me no more, not now, not yet.

He looked at me, “We will need to take you to Lucai….” he had a dark look in his eyes that said he was not pleased about this fact but that he had no choice. He looked angry, no angry wasn’t the right word for it, he looked furious with me, as furious as if I had stabbed him.

“I am sure I can manage on my own” my words where dark to match his own, I was surprised by my own strength. I was suddenly filled with a fury I did not know I was capable of, “I don’t need your help”

He winced slightly though not like I had hurt him but more like he knew something I did not. He stopped to take one deep breath as if trying to compose himself. As if trying to make an effort, with much difficulty. “Don’t be ridiculous” he said and although his tone was strained he did not have the same anger flared within, he was calmer, more caring, there was a pleading in his voice, “you wouldn’t last the night, not alone, not in this world. Please, Let me take you to Lucai”

I found myself taken aback by his sudden change in tone. I bowed my head slightly and without stopping to think about it too much I whispered to him, “Thank You” Most people would not have heard it I somehow knew that he had.

His eyes flew to my face, and suddenly he softened a little though not much. “Not doing it for you” he said back shortly. He looked up at the sky and suddenly his expression went dark, “we need to get moving, I wouldn’t want to be caught in this forest at night.”

I nodded and turned to follow him, to walk along as if nothing was wrong but one step and suddenly my ankle once again gave way and had me lying on the ground wincing in terribly pain. He rolled his eyes and muttered something to himself that sounded terribly like, “What a pain” before kneeling down next to me. His movement was quick and fluid. I marveled without meaning to at the grace with which he performed the task. After little time he spoke again, “Try that…..it should help at least a little.”

I looked down and saw my foot was bandaged tightly with a bandage that I could not figure where he produced it from but it did not matter. I stood up and stepped gingerly on the ankle and found that I could stand. I took a step and was able to walk forward thanks to his help, though the process was slow and cumbersome.

For a brief moment worry flitted in his eyes but then it was gone quickly before I could actually assess weather or not it had been there in the first place. I wondered briefly why it was he was helping me when he so clearly hated me. I had no greater chance of deciding that then I had of finding my own way. I walked behind him in silence for many hours. He was silent as was I both lost in our own thoughts. He never offered to take the child from me but then I never had expected him too, he seemed almost frightened whenever I caught his eyes flitter in her direction and after awhile he stopped looking at us at all.

Slowly but surely as we walked in our slow but steady pace the day gave way from the sunny afternoon to the darkness of Twilight. As it grew steadier darker I noticed that the sun began to blot and the moon shown bright. It was in this moment that my eyes caught this glimmer of change. The man who stood before me, had tensed as if he’d remembered something horrible that in the moment he had forgotten. He froze in his place then and stared straight ahead as if not wanting to turn. I did not want to know what had caused such a reaction and yet I knew I must learn. I let my hand which I had freed from the child gently touch the shoulder of the man in front of me.

I think I must have noticed the change then, before he turned but I paid it no mind. He retched out of my touch as if my fingers had stung him. It was when he turned around however that I gasped. My head whirled around and I was no longer sure where I stood or who I was. My heart raced beneath my skin, causing my blood to boil. I had never seen anything like that in my entire life.

He no longer looked like the same person I had met earlier in the day. His once long crimson hair was now silvery white. His skin was pale, almost as white as the snow. He gave off a faint glow, or maybe I imagined this in the moonlight that gave him a translucence, an appearance of being only half there. Through all this it was his eyes that startled me the most. Filled me with the most fear, his eyes no longer retained any color. They where white, colorless holes in his head. The only part of him that retained any color was his brilliant red wings. They still held the crimson color of fresh blood.

My whole body shook beneath me as his white eyes bored down on me with something the mixture of anger and agony. I could not get my voice to come to me nor could I find movement in my legs. He looked at me as if restraining himself from tackling me and devouring me on the spot. He spoke through gritted teeth and even his voice no longer contained the musical quality. Instead it sounded much more dark and dreary, something you would expect from a villain in a horror film. He spoke only one word, “Run…” he said this in a pleading manner. As if he was restraining from hunting me down.

I tried to listen with everything I was, tried to find the will within me to turn and run like he wanted me too but I could not get my feet to listen to me, to cooperate with what it was I wanted them to do. Even though I so desperately wanted too I could not get my feet to move. My heart continued to race through my body like it was willing me to go to move.

Darkness set around my head and I found my line of vision to be getting smaller and smaller. The last thing I saw was him fighting himself to run away before I was falling into the darkness, falling away from everything. There was only one thought left in my head before I fell completely to the darkness. One thought that dominated over the others, I couldn’t help it, I knew it was true, I kept thinking, I am going to die.

Author's Notes on Chapter 2-

And so we have it. Our first encounter with Trente. I hope this chapter is more exciting then the last for you guys xP. The next chapter is almost boring really, so I apologize but it is very necessary. You'll understand why I think.

Well, I like it. I like how you describe the settings and the peoples' appearence.
(and I know how it feels to not have people comment on your story, so I did :) )
And the story so far is very unique. I think it could definatly work! ;)

Thanks dear ^.^

I haven't had much of a chance to type up chapter 3 o.0