Tiger: "My first, I hope people like it...." Robyn: "They will koi!" Tiger: blushes "they will never be as good as yours..." Robyn: "Sure they will, now you better get started Tigs "

White Lion.
Chapter 1.

Every time, somebody says a prayer, a God is born, some people see this, and Name that God, whilst, others see all the Gods made, as One, almighty God. And these Gods, look over people, and Lands, making sure, they live to standards the people set. However, they need something to represent them. Mostly, it is a creature. Some have Lions, Nobel beast, others have Creatures so show there strength, or Kindness such as a Tiger, or a Sheep.

Very God has a temple, or every group of Gods. This temple contains Maps, Libraries, Texts on there past; wars that humans have started and God (Gods) have finished. In a Temple, of one of these Gods, there is a boy, about the age of 16, muscular, yet looks fragile. Long, grey hair, about down to his waist. His dark green eyes piecing though the bits of hair in front of his eyes scanning the text in front of him, his hands holding the book firmly. He stands, as if on the edge of a break though, ready to shout at anytime. On his Green, Nearly black Trousers, a White Dragon Spirals upwards on each leg. His shirt ripped on the back, and sliced so a tail can poke out of a hole on the bottom of his shirt. Black and red striped, his tail swaying to and fro, his Coat over a chair.

He places the text down to where it belongs. A slight giddy look on his face, he pick up his Coat, with a swift movement of his hand, not actually touching it, it flies the little distance to his hand, and he begins to Run out of the library, though the main hall of the temple avoiding the priests. He runs to the caves, where his Creature in training lives. As he runs into the main Hall of the caves, he bumps into a little lady, about the same age as him. As he does so, he stops, looks to see who it is. As he looks down, there was his partner trainer. Tazlor.

There she lay, dazed by Zenith running into her, in her long, silk, crimson dress, with the slit up the side, the Devil's Tail Cracking up to Zenith, to show what she is. The black, knee height boots, clinging to the curves of her lower leg, and every buckle done up, and laced up to the top, the clips glinting in the light. Her arm-length Gloves, Snow white, and her Pale skin showing thought the slits in the gloves and her delicate finger one her hands, Her long red hair, about the same length of Zenith's, and the Red Ruby set into her forehead, And her eyes, the thing Zenith loved most about her, the natural deep red, looking like a calm fire.

She looks up to Zenith, as he blushes, and says: "Well, you big Croc! Help me up then!!!" Zenith Blushes even more, when he puts out his hand. Tazlor's delicate little fingers wrap around his, and he pulls the fragile little lady up, and holds her close. And he whispers, into her ear, "Are you ok Neko?" "Will you stop calling me that!" "No" he says, stroking her cheek softly, "Because it is what you are" With this comment (and action of cause) Tazlor slaps Zenith, turns on her heal, and walks off to Eve, but stops half way, and turns to look back. She looks at Zenith, and the tear in his eyes, as he holds he cheek, and she gives him a wink, "Come on, could not have hurt that much" She walks back over to him, and wraps her tail around his ankle and wraps her arms around his waist, and kisses he cheek, and says, "there, a kiss better, ok?"

From behind a rock, there are screams and cheers, and how lucky Zenith is to get a kiss, not from anyone, but her! In Zenith's eyes, it is just like been back in Heaven, the soft touch of her lips, and is cheek, the warmth of her arms to him. He could not take him mind away from the moment, where as Tazlor, sees it as a game, and nothing but However she knows this would break his heart, so she says nothing, and trials off, over to her Creature, and sits at her feet. "Eve?" "Yesh little Neko?" "What do you see in him?" "Good Boy, but why ask big old Eve, trusts you self..." Eve, an extremely old Creature, which Tazlor found, adopted and raised from a little kitten, She stands, tall as a mountain, and a pure black fur coat, and amber eyes. Tazlor showed her the way to love, and be kind, however, when needs be, and as last hope, how to destroy what ever she needs, or stands in her way.

As Zenith stands there, shocked by what just happens, his creature, a Crocodile, bounds up to him hyper, as ever. With his little teddy bear, his name is Momen. Zenith, still stood there watching Tazlor's every moment, graceful as it is, he can tell she is nervous, about something, "But yet why?" he asks himself.

Footnote

[?] My first little fic. So I hope you all like it. If you do, mail me on Gaianwhitelionhotmail.com Also, the second is on its way, and thanks Koi! For pushing me on. Making me finish it.