Ki's Tale
The world sang of light and life. Ki revealed in the multiple levels of sensation. From the texture of the air against her skin to the sound of the songs of life and love against the strings of her soul. She was a creature of emotion. The clouds passed by with each easy stroke of her strong wings, caressing her and singing of the joys of their simple existence. The birds below sang of new life created and his soul cried out with the joy of singing in a melody sweeter than his blessed throat could ever produce. Ki back winged and landed easily, feeling the soft grass beneath her feet and the song of life it sang to her in its breezy voice as she slipped easily through it. A shadow passed over her and she turned to face the dark form that landed in front of her. “Tyriel!” Her voice was a pure melody, a crystal note resounding, a reflection of her soul and the song of life it sang. The angel of death smiled and spoke. “Devaki.” He replied with a nod. His voice was low and resonant, a bass echo in a deep cavern. Ki smiled at her friend’s mild tease and breathed in of the scent and song of life around her. The world was young and new and it sang…
In the darkness, Ki woke with a start. Her mortal shell was sodden in sweat. She stood and paced the floor of her small cabin. Her sword hung on the peg by the bed and she sat and stared at the blade and the reflections of the flame in it and dozed again…
The new world screamed and darkness covered a land wreathed in the flames of war. Ki whirled, a flash before the eye of any watching human. The angels had rebelled and she had stayed, standing against the rebels that now fell before her blade like wheat before a scythe. She was an angel of vengeance. The rebel’s actions had wreaked havoc amongst the innocents and she had been created for one purpose, to avenge those wrongs. She turned, cutting through the ranks of demon kind, followed by the archangels, Michael, Gabriel and the others. Then she saw him, amongst the din of battle she recognized one face. He was injured, his wings in tatters and his body ravaged, but he was still alive. She stopped just short of his throat. “Kill him!” The order screamed in her mind. She could not. She dropped her blade. She watched it fall… fall… fall…
Ki woke again as her elbow slipped from the arm of the chair and she felt the torture in her soul. “Tyriel…” she whispered softly. She banked the fire and walked back to her bed, laying again and looking out at the stars.
A star scattered heavens, and each star a seraph. Ki stood on the lowest rank, disgraced. She watched one by one as the rebels were condemned. Tyriel was the last. He cast a final look at her, deep eyes resonating with emotion, pure and lasting, and then they cast him into the darkness. Michael turned to her then. “We can suffer no weakness among us. You are exiled to earth.” His voice was the roar of thunder, with the finality of stone against stone. Then the fall, the long horrible, endless fall from the unimaginable height ended in a flash of light.
Ki woke again; the sun was shining in her face. She stood, shivering in the early morning light. Walking into the other room of her cabin, she stirred up the flames and fed the fire bit by bit, feeling warmth gradually return to her home. Since that time she had hidden in the secret places of the world, traveling only to avenge the wrongs she could feel around her. She had watched the world descend into darkness, orchestrated by those very beings that had once sworn to protect it. All the while, she looked for him amongst them. Tyriel. She had waited ages, hoping he could break free, hoping for a miracle in a world left without hope, without dreams or song or warmth for her soul. She turned quickly and stuffed her belongings into her pack. She turned, slowing and almost hesitating to take her sword from its peg. She took a deep breath then took it, hooking it on her belt and strapping her pack there also, even as she walked out the door. She turned back; several hundred feet from the house and with an almost negligent gesture flicked a fireball from her hand. The cabin was instantly aflame. She turned back to the road and walked up to the crossroads. At the stop, she glanced at the sign, then turned and headed for the Dragon Court.
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