As the day of the ball drew near, Cree assisted in preparations, though the other workers avoided her. Every so often Phyr would sneak into the ballroom where Cree was working to provide a bit of stress to the villagers. The first time she had sneaked in Phyr had raised a platform of air mir beneath her half-nightchild friend and scared the workers spitless. After a few berating words from her friend, the lyate promised to avoid such jokes until after the banquet.
Now Phyr was content to walk next to Cree as she set seating cushions in their proper places. In her great aunt’s ballroom there was a grand banquet table. With the table top at floor level and the seating area two feet below the floor, the job was becoming quite an arduous task for Cree. As she shuffled along the side of the pit, other workers gave the pait a wide berth. Feeling a bit out of place, Cree struck up a conversation with Phyr.
"I'll be right back," she said politely as she dashed out of the room, her red skirts flying behind her. She returned, out of breath, hauling a large bag behind her.
Kawaiikneko wrote:She looked away from Aethiel and down at her shoes, fiddling a piece of dried grass from the floor between her fingers.
Kawaiikneko wrote:Sunlight no longer streamed through the overhead lights. It was a starless night, so only the light orbs and fragrant candles lit the room.
A hot claw dug into Cree’s shoulder, throwing her back ferociously and propelling the owner forward. Cree let out a howl of pain as she rolled though debris of glass and wood. Bloody scrapes splattered her arms and legs, her face a painting of slashes. Her tumble jerked to a stop when she slammed back-first into a splintered beam of wood. Cree slumped to the ground, her head swimming too much with pain for her to move at all.
The nightchild shot forward towards the elf and her gateway, not even giving her a second to react before pinning her by the neck. With her peripheral vision, Cree watched in horror as an inferno enveloped the pair, twisting and devouring. Heat poured over Cree in torrents until she felt sick.
The flames crackled and dispersed into the air, leaving Cree to attempt to push herself up and stare in horror. Her father kneeled inside a black, charred circle, looking over at Cree with glowering eyes. For a minute in the least Cree stared at him through tear-blurred eyes, shocked into silence. The tears that trickled down her face stung the cuts on her face, blurring with the blood until they looked like muddy streams splotching her cheeks.
Kawaiikneko wrote:on another note... who saw that coming from a mile away?? >.> I hope I wasn't too predictable...
Kaori wrote:For example, is Thatia dead? If so, it is brave of you to kill such a major character.
Alright, as I said the story takes place in Gwaedh. In this alternate universe, demons assume physical form in the connected 5 worlds. While their main jobs remain in the spiritual realm, the things they do in the physical realm are considered, in a way, their leisure time. These horrible actions are used to take the focus of people off of their acts in the spiritual world. Another thing that makes this universe different than ours is the existense of mir. Mir is a gift given by God that can do things that shouldn't physically be possible. It has different elements. The race that has the most mir is the lyate.
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