Aevin II

Seiei stroked her hair, thinking back on the days before she closed herself off. He never could remember exactly when she secluded herself, but he thought it was sometime near when she started studying Black Magic. He looked down at her shaking form, she still hadn't stopped crying, though now it was nothing more than a muffled sniffle. 1

Sudenly out of nowhere, a bolt of fire raced through his back, doubling him over as aezin backed away screaming. He brought his dagger up and spun around sluggishly. He had had worse wounds working for The rath, but he couldn't let anyone know about that. The Wrath was his secret, the dark seed in his being. He shifted his weight and circled his opponent. Aevin backed away, she seemed to sense the need to leave this up to Seiei. Seiei rushed his attacked, faltering over a crack in the pavement, and he slashed broadly at his opponent who nimbly skipped aside. His attacker, thinking him a begginer, let his gaurd down, thinking it would be an easy kill. Seiei laughed to himself, it was a baby's trick, making your opponent think you worse than you are...........2

The sick joy filled Aevin. She couldn't help it, the same thing happened when she watched her brother die, and herdog as well. Death made her giddy. She tried to still the happiness spreaing through her, she knew that the death at hand would probly not be the attackers, Seiei was to badly wounded. Tears streamed down her face, she hated the monster she was. The fight conttinued on around her, but the only battle she was awaare of was the one being fought within herslef.3

An aungished cry cut the air, and Aevin jumped. The attacker fell to the ground, a daggers in his throat. Seiei turne,d blood gushing forth from numerable wounds as Aevin rushed to his side. The joy rose, but she beat it back. Sei was her love, her heart, her soul. As she watched her beloved's blood drain onto the concrete, she saw who she had become. She thought back on all she had done to him, put him through, and she hated herself more than ever. she screamed, a raw, torn sound, issued from the depths of her soul. she had cried all her tears. Never again would she feel sorrow. She pladged then and there to end it. To end all feeling. Never again would she know joy.4