I have no reason for this, except because I felt like I wanted to. For those of you who follow the TID twitter group, you will recognize this character. For those of you who do follow, a lot of people won't find this, I hope, so please, keep this knowledge to yourself. The mystery is part of the magic.

Kindest regards,

The person behind Sky Fitzpatrick

It Begins

"No." He is gazing at her in disbelief. "No, you cannot do this."

"Are you too afraid to fight me?" Her eyebrow rises in equal disbelief. "You are the best of your class. Even she –" She points to the gruesome corpse of his parabati. His best friend, his love. But the woman he no longer knows is still speaking. "- until it was too late! Do you wish that to be your fate, my son?"

Sky Fitzpatrick stands stock still, pain numbing his body. "You have no right to call me your son. You lost that right when you betrayed us. For what? Money? War? What happened to peace? What happened to lov –" He chokes on his words, tears blurring his vision. Tears of anger, tears of pain, and suddenly he growls.

"I will kill you."

He lunges, much to his mother's pleasure, giving in to his need to see her bleed as she has made his heart bleed.

She sidesteps and flings out a blade at him. Sky knocks it aside with his arm, never minding the slash to his skin, never minding the pain that comes only second to his rage. He roars and attacks again, circling around her now, seraph blade shining in all of its glory.

She laughs. "Is that the best you have?" Her eyes narrow and his face pales before charging again.

She sidesteps him again and grabs his shirt, shoving him head first into the window.

Sky cries out in pain, ears ringing, unable to concentrate on anything but the blackness threatening to swallow him whole.

Marion Fitzpatrick pats his cheek and whispers in to his ear as he fades into blackness, "You did disappoint me in the end, my dear."

Sky wakes up, hours later. Marion is gone, there is no trace of her, only the mess she leaves behind. Sky crawls over to his parabati, voice rough with tears and pain.

"Celia…" The wail is horrific, every ounce of him on fire.

And in that moment, he wishes he is dead.