It was a hot evening in the Makai, the sky painted blood red as the sun set in the distance, it's heat soothing and comforting to most. However, the heat didn't seem to reach me, as I felt nothing but hard, cold, ice in my veins. I stared at the marked grave in front of me, tears began to blur my vision. With my sleeve I wiped them away, the stones they formed dropping to the earth below. Although they are highly valuable to both human and demon I made no effort to collect them. They were, I suppose, the last token I could give to the man I was mourning. I tightly squeezed the hilt of his sword I held in my right hand. It was acting as a crutch keeping me upright as my legs became weak.
I inhaled deeply closing my eyes and lifting my face to the sky, keeping my breath in my chest for a moment. Exhaling I opened my eyes and returned my gaze to the stone in front of me. The sun was falling behind the horizon now, taking its warmth with it, the cool chill of the night slowing replacing it. The bitter cold began to nip at my nose, reminding me of our birthplace. It only seemed right that I should return to our village.
When I arrived at the Glacial Village, it looked a lot like I had left it. Blankets of snow and ice covered the landscape. Harsh winds hissed through the bare trees, unwelcoming to any outsiders. I clutched at his black cloak around me, it protected me from the unforgiving environment, like he always did. The villagers were inside their homes, hiding from the world, as they always did.
I looked around me seeing nothing but a cold black place. One of the last things I said to my brother was that I believed everyone in this village deserved to die. My people were wrong, men are not the only ones capable of violent thoughts and actions. But I realize now that these people are already dead. I'm sure my brother also realized this and it deterred him from taking the revenge he deserved. The cold wind began to whip against me once more though it didn't bother me, the cold is something I'm used to.
My hands went to my stomach. Although I wasn't showing, I was with child, and yes that child was conceived with a human man. It then came to me that this would be my last visit to my homeland. I wasn't about to allow them to take my child from me, as it would no doubt be born a male. I turned away to make my leave. The harsh winds howled, ripping the black cloak from my left hand exposing the two tear gems tied around my neck. Both glistened and danced in the wind. I narrowed my gaze and brought it down to the deep snow at my feet. Tears filled my eyes, I was on my own now. My brother, my protector, is dead.
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