My Exile

As the War of Sloughter waged on I watched from the shadows. My people fought and fell. The pain caused by witnessing the battles that the Angelics waged with the Demonics caused the blood within me to run cold. For I knew that to reveal myself would result in my wn demise, exspecialy after the death of my old captin. It was the ninth week of the war now. My death toll was rageing. Demonics fell quickly and steady under my blades. I swore I would never strike out of anger ever again and I held to my word. That was probably what kept me alive throughout the wars. night had fallen on the fourth day of the week, tirelessly I fought with a small patroll of Demonics. The battle went fast and within A few hours all but one of them had fallen. The last quiverd under my blades. But I let the wretched thing go. I told it to run, fast, and far. I told it to find its master and tell him once upon his feet, that I was comming and I would kill him... As the little demon ran I couldnt help but laugh aloud. I collected the Demonics Crystal Shards they wore around there neck. Trophies of my own it would seem... I had been given to many of these by the dead now. To many to carry. To many souls lie dead from my blades. It was then I quit and withdrew from the war. I figured it was no longer my problem. I was an exile. I was no longer an Angelic, I was a Fallen if you will... I drew myself into seclusion in the Hell Song mountains, fitting place for a Fallen it seemed. Not far from my chambers was a tranquil village, they had no need for this war, nor did they want that need. The people there were kind it seemed, though I dared not to get close to them. I came into town from time to time for supplies, and everytime they would welcome me as if I were no diffrent. As if I were human. They had a love for all the living. They cared not what you were, but who you were. I grew quite found of the villagers there. They were a new found reason to live. The kids, so young and full of the worlds hopes came to my chambers one and awhile to sit by a fire and enjoy a meal and my stories of what I had seen in my long life. They were the future I could see that I could see the stop of the war within them all... I had found a reason after all that had happen to love. The one boy ,a blacksmiths son, his name was... Rain Stone... His fater had named him so because of his love of the rain, the tears of the heaven as the boys father called it. This young lad I had grown rather fond of. He was my last hope at careing for anything. Everythin was bliss I watched and tutored the young lad into his adult hood. I trained him in the art of combat but above all I tought him to use his brain first. I figured if it came down to war once more his wits would save him, I was wrong. War of Sloughter had ended and peace ruled over the world once more. But the peace was short lived, Demonics rose once again to challenge the power of the Angelics the war was atiquitly name The War Of A Thousand Souls. The Angelics had been expecting the Demonics this time and swiftly and fercely put their evil to rest. But not soon enough, Hell Song mountains were a days travel from the battles that waged on, and the villagers were called apon by Fidric, Fidirc new high commander of the Angelics, he order them to send their spry into battle. Rain joined the platoon dispite my cautions not to. For he saw the battles end and thought himself just to help the cause. I knew better, but alas I gave him my good grace and will to leave for he was a man then and I couldnt stop him even if I tried. I fallowed the platoon to the battle I watched as Rain fought with the strength of an Angelic and the wits to fallow through. He was a brave mortal and a powerfull one. But compassion and wits are not enough alone to save a man in battle. Friends must be present, I once again found myself in combat with the Demonics. So too did I find myself at war with the Angelics, they cast apon me as if I were an enemy. I fought not to kill them but only to stop them. The battle lasted many hours and many lay dead. The Demonics power grew dry and there forces began to flee, victory was ours for the grasp, and we took it. The battle was won at last and victory was on the peoples lips. However the Angelics now turned on me once more to settle an old score. I at first pleaded with them to go and not try to fight me I wasn't their enemy. Nigh would they listen, and so it seemed my fight wasnt over. I fought them as best I could but I soon became over run. Rain, poor soul was the mark of The War Of A Thousand Souls. He saw me kneeling before an Angelic blade and became enraged. He stood tall infront of me in the face of Fidric swearing his feet would not move. Fidric warned the boy of his actions and the consequences, but Rain still stood. It was then I pleaded with the poor boy to go and leave my fate within there hands. As he turned to tell me otherwise Fidric drew his dagger and pirced the boys side. Blood poored out of the wound and the blade fell cold infront of my eyes. Rain fell still to the ground. Hate filled my eyes once more. I grabed the dagger stained in Rain's blood, Pircing Fidric's sturnum. Rain's death was not in vain his soul could rest. I fleed once more back into the shadows and back into solitude. Cold were the tears I shed within the shadows from wich I slept. Never again, never again would I grow close to anyone.1