A new beginningI've finally done it. Discarded my name, my rank they can't find me anymore. They'll be looking for Zephyr Alin Taimos. And they certainly won't be looking in the church.
The name I've chosen is Light, and I hope to see it someday. See the light be able to see anything past my foolish, childish mistakes and be able to fix them. To help others. I can't take them back, but the least I can do is make up for them. Hopefully.
So here I stand. I'll try to write in here every day, just to see how things change how I change over the years. Hopefully, it's for the better.
I don't ever want to be like Zephyr again: foolish, sneaky, idealistic, prideful it got me in so much trouble.
This is it. A new beginning.
a great burden has come upon you"So now you understand," Emilie said softly, closing the door behind her.
Aaron stood staring at the odd circle in the floor with something akin to awe. "What is it?" he asked, kneeling down and tracing some of the strange symbols. They looked as if they had always been there, not even carved into the solid rock around them but just there. "I understand that we protect it, Momma but what does it do?" He looked up at her with wide hazel eyes. "I don't understand."
"See, that's the problem," she said, kneeling down next to him. "We don't understand it either. But our family we're the ones it tolerates. The others who try and use it have been hurt. Quite badly. So we have to guard it. As far as I can tell," she said, tracing one of the symbols. "It's from the Goddess."
Aaron's eyes widened. "But what does it do?"
Emilie shrugged. "All I can tell you, Samael, is that we're the ones to use it, and we're the ones to guard it. You can't let it go." She hesitated. "Do you rem
bring in the new to erase the oldKhy took another drink of the all-too-sweet cider, hoping to erase some bitter memories. This was her first time ringing in Resurrection Day without her family, and she couldn't get their faces out of her mind. Couldn't keep the Ellisand ice blue away from her thoughts.
She'd discarded her family. She'd discarded them nearly a year from now. She pushed her cider away with a snarl. Just like they'd discarded her.
All she was to them was a mercenary for hire, perhaps better then most. And all they were to her- all they should be to her- was a family of nobles, too rich with no idea what to do with the money.
But she couldn't get Ash's face out of her mind, hurt and betrayal warring with love as she ran. She was always running. Away from trouble, away from them.
She picked up the cider and toasted the air before 'running' once more.
intention and action are very different thingsAsh dropped his head, breathing hard. How the hell was he supposed to be an effective Shadow if he couldn't even catch a common criminal? He understood that the job was intended to be desk work, but it had been an active job since the time of Kylin, and he intended to keep it that way. Tradition and necessity both dictated it be so.
He leaned against the fence, glaring up at the sky. Where would she have gone? That distracting face wouldn't leave his mind, complete with mocking smile.
Shakrina bless. She was just a thief. This shouldn't be that hard, right? He growled and set off toward the market. More specifically, he would go talk to the fences on the wrong side of the market and see what he could find. Not that they'd help him he couldn't hide with looks as distinctive as his, but still. Anything was worth a shot.
echoes of a lonely pastHe didn't know why he kept coming back here some sick sense of cruelty, of masochism maybe. But still he stood in front of the shrine to the Ellisand family, staring at the names of those he'd killed, biting his lip.
They shone in the light of the candles, shone beautifully and with their own internal light, ice blue, just as all of the Ellisands were. Light sighed and pressed his fingertips first to the names, then to the tattoo on his chest where the names were mirrored. "I'm so sorry," he murmured once more, a daily routine. "My mistakes shouldn't have hurt you." He bit his lip even harder when his finger rested on the third name, a small name, that of a child. Amaya Ellisand. She'd only been five years old when the assassins took her . and again, this was because of him. He knelt down in front of the shrine with his single candle, brown curls glinting in the warm yellow light.
"I offer a sacrifice to you, the ones I sacrificed to save myself I cannot give you your
you'll remember me only when I fall apartZephyr sat alone in the darkened room, arms wrapped tightly around his fragile torso. His shoulders shook with silent sobs. He daren't look up, even though they wouldn't notice. They never did. And even if they had, it was already too late.
The deed had been done, his mistake had been made. And he couldn't take it back and he couldn't tell a soul. Not if he didn't want it to turn into something far worse than it already was and get more scars gracing his back and stomach. This mistake, this treachery was just too big.
But Gods, did he want to tell. He wanted to try and minimize this burden, to try and help at least one of the people he'd doomed to survive. Even though the menacing man's face loomed in his consciousness, his wrath was a burden Zephyr gladly would have borne if he could just save another of his second and only family from the assassins he'd called down.
He traced the gashes on his stomach with a soft hiss. He deserved them. Deserved them all. He'd killed the country. And
Set me FreeKhy looked around the brightly lit library, eyes narrowed, searching for a book. Her lithe eight year old frame stalked along the shelves, brown braid swinging. "It has got to be around here somewhere," she grumbled.
Her eyes lit upon a purple book on one of the bottom shelves, and she smiled deviously, tugging it out, only to find a catch behind it. There it was.
She pulled on the catch leading to the room she and her brother had been absolutely forbidden from going into and watched as the shelf swung out next to her. She stepped inside.
The room was dank and musty, curtains shut. The entire room smelled of blood and enclosed spaces. She cautiously lit one of the candles near the door with her own.
Her eyes widened as she saw the scene of destruction about her. What must have been a peaceful study room was now a wreck, books scattered everywhere, ripped, dusty, and spines broken.
She walked toward the table and two broken chairs. The table had been bitten into by a blade, nearly split
Caught YouDamn her. Damn her auburn curls and mocking smile, bright green eyes and nimble fingers. Moira Chatham was nothing but trouble to Athral Ellisand, no matter how charming she might have seemed in her usual circles. She was a blight upon his otherwise successful career, a stain on his policeman's record that couldn't be erased until he'd successfully put her away once and for all.
He paced in his office, growling softly. He knew what she was like, knew what she liked to do. They even marginally crossed social circles, some mutual friends who would report to either or both of them, fuelling their rivalry so they could see which of the two famous for their wit would crack first. Most would guess it would be Athral. He was the more well-known of the two, after all, and had a famous temper. Athral himself would even have thought he would lose if he hadn't been his father's son. He was an Ellisand, after all. Ellisands didn't give in. And certainly not to a cocky young sneak thief.
curious fearsIt wasn't so odd to be afraid of them, was it? Not with what had happened to her.
It was true there was nothing to be afraid of, not really. All of the mages she knew were registered, and because they were registered, it meant they couldn't do Raina any harm. And she knew this. But she couldn't help that shiver of fear that ran down her spine every time she saw a mage, or felt the little peculiar stirrings of her own power respond to their magic.
It wouldn't happen. She wouldn't let it rise. It was just too dangerous.