This story is about love between two bats that should have never had happened. Little hint. Goth's son, and Shades daughter.

~ Chapter 1 ~

Shade skimmed down the side of the tree, trying to cut goth off and take back Griffin's life, but goth simply; with one last stroke of his wings. Flew into the knothole faster than any animal could achieve. Shade pulled away trying to clear from the tree, however the current of the tree was too much; his wings buckled under force. His body dragged backwards into freedom, but in this case his own personal hell. Some things could never be forgiven. The tree swallowed him and his heart collapsed.

POV. Griffin

Griffin watched as his father was engulfed into the tree, he entire time his father was screaming promises. Griffin looked up at the bats that had traveled across the underworld with him and his father.
" go, I have too stay"

2 years later

POV. Marina.

Marina looked around and saw her daughter Amara making her first jump...or at least trying too. Marina chuckled as Amara kept opening then closing her wings a look of confidence then fear would wash over her face. Amara was Marinas second child, and a perfect blended mix and probably the most beautiful bat in the nursery roost. Amara's fur was a sleek black on her back, belly, and wings. Her face, neck, and chest however where a bright flame-like orange,with longer thicker fur,the underside of her wings had specks of red fur almost like embers. Both of her ears are like her fathers. Shade. Black and large, and she had a face like her mothers neat and pointy, the only difference about her; was her crystal clear blue eyes that were framed with a line of black, giving her a sharp unique look.

Amara gave up on fear and felt herself spread her wings , jumping off of her roost beating her wings against the air. The air went silent with shock as her sleek body picked up height. It was an interesting feeling, Marina remembered her own first flight and as she was roosted, watching her daughter carefully. She knew that the freedom to take wing was unlike anything the young bat had ever felt. She smiled as her daughter ended the flight a bit clumsily, her chin being the first thing to reach the landing strip she'd chosen. A quiet "oof" was heard as Amara shook herself off. Maria knew that her daughter wouldn't need much improvement before she was flying on her own. Marina was very proud of this first flight. Marina lifted from her roost and landed beside her blushing daughter, smiling. Amara quickly nuzzled her mother gathering her scent and feeling the first flashes of comfort. The feeling of allegation was high in her belly, pounding in her skull, all she could think was of her flight, and of her future independence.

1 month later.

Amara was now an amazing flyer. She and the other newborns would swoop and dive around each other, pretending they were trying to catch tiger moths. One night all the mothers gathered their newborns. Tonight the youngest members of the colony would learn to hunt. Marina explained the process to Amara carefully and the young bat grew more and more eager. When she left the roost for her first hunt Amara's eyes went wide. In the fading daylight she couldn't believe how much there was to explore. What she couldn't see with her eyes she caught with her echo vision the tool all bats used to see at night. She quickly made her way towards a cloud of mosquitoes her mouth open as she flew through it. She licked her lips, they tasted good but she wanted to find something a little more challenging.
Trimming her wings she sailed below; belly grazing the tips of the wet ferns. She let out a spray of sound casting the world in silver and blue. THERE!. upon the wet leaves a beetle crawled opening and closing it''s wings. Amara shot out a volley of sound and battered her wings hard and steady, until she was on top of the innocent beetle. Snap, her jaws closed around the beetle the juice collecting in her mouth then down her throat; warming her with glee. She shot clear her wings stroking the air until she flared them and landed among some newborns, breathing in and out calming herself of chaos and order of the hunt. A male newborn looked at her ears flared, nose twitching. He was quiet large for his age with blueish black fur, silver streaks, and glimmering black eyes. Staffall.

2 years ago.

Goth watched as Phoenix labored, his heart beating steady his neck arched waiting for his sons to be born. Zotz had visited him in a dream, telling him of his sons futures and names Ares and Troy, both were to be great warriors..but Ares would travel north and complete the uncompleted. Goth didn't know what the task was neither did Zotz much to Goth's curiosity. The naked newborns crawled up their mothers fur; one weaker than the other. Goth smiled and placed them with they're labels.

PRESENT

Ares was roosted under the warm , dark stone of the cave. Watching, intently the fight burling between Goth and Troy. Ares had finished his training months ago, but his brother lagged behind. With weak wings, and legs, but for what his brother lacked he made up in madness. Troy was a pale brown, lean and leering bat with blazing black eyes that could tear apart your soul, mounted with that he had a crest of fur between his two spike ears and in-lined with his spiked-up nose. Troy gave a wordless roar and flung himself at goth. Who simply feinted out of path, shouting insults fueling Troys rage. Ares sighed and flared his wings to reveal his broad muscular chest, black furred wings, reddish black fur, and sharp emerald green eyes. With one powerful beat of his wings his was aloft, dodging rocks and stalactites, he emerge soaring above the jungle canopy. Hunting. The sounds of life was intoxicating; and with the simply fold of his wings prey roamed beneath him unaware. He struck slashing the leathery wings of the bat in his claws and unleashing a deadly strike too it's head. He roosted; ready to tear apart fresh bat meat. Unlikely, no what he held clutched in his claws was a rat, Ares remember the first and last time he fed on a bat. He hacked it up, ashamed and guilty of the slaying. Already, it was hard enough to cover his tracks of none cannibalism taking his brothers carcasses and rubbing his face against them which he could admit was disgusting but that was the only thing keeping him alive. Ares tore into the soft underbelly of the rat eating the internals and warm meat. Just because he was a non cannibal never meant he wasn't a carnivore, he had tried insects once and nearly puked they where just as unsettling as bat flesh, causing horrible pains in his gut, not that he felt pity for insects. Ares looked up and saw; perched his brother. Troy looked at him in a mix of shock and confusion. There were plenty of smaller bats flying around why didn't he just take one of them? Why would he feed of a rat instead? Ares quickly thought of a story to tell if Troy actually asked any questions but his brother said nothing and took wing again heading back towards the roost and their father. Ares sensed something, something terrible , a horrible vibe of mischief. Quickly he took flight, searching frantically for something, anything that would give him a chance of escape, but not before it happened. He heard heavy wingbeats behind him, he didn't have to look back to know it was his father. The younger male twisted between mossy branches, trying to find a place to hide. He felt sharp claws grip his shoulders and start dragging him back to the cave, he knew he'd have a lot of explaining to do.
When they reached the inside of the cave the claws let go. Ares flapped helplessly for a moment before roosting, he caught his father's glare and noticed a smirk on Troy's face. "curse you Coma Zotz" he muttered to himself quietly. Goth roosted across from his son knowing that there was many actions he'd have to take.
"Explain yourself." the Vampyrum king ordered. Ares took a deep breath.
"I don't eat bats" There was gasped among the small colony and a wing made contact with Ares' cheek. Ares wasn't surprised, it was considered treason to not eat the smaller bats when given the chance. He knew he should feel ashamed but didn't. He winced slightly but continued to stare opened eyed at his father, not quite a glare but close, the animosity between them threatened to explode within the instant.
Ares looked around and knew he wouldn't be a match for all these bats he was smaller than his father not by much, but then again he did have more build in muscle and weight. His fathers glare turned from fire too evilness in a second, teeth grinding. Ares was preparing himself for a bite. When his father simply grinned at Troy who dragged a bat towards him , claws digging into the flesh of the live bat.
" Slay this bat son. Devour him, or be banished for they're is obviously a mistake with your appetite "
Ares gulped. He looked at his father for a moment but Goth showed no sign of compassion. Ares knelt down next to the smaller bat who was shaking in fear. Ares took a deep breath and looked at the bat, their eyes met and he knew he couldn't bring himself to kill it. He closed his eyes for a moment trying to figure a way out. "Come on we're all waiting" Goth told him. Ares opened his eyes again. He was either going to have to kill this bat and eat it or be banished forever from his home. He moved closer, his jaws around the victim's neck but instead of delivering the lethal bite Ares let go and whispered.
"Fly" this was all the small bat needed and as it quickly dodged the other cannibals in the cave Ares heard his father's teeth grinding together in anger. He couldn't do it. He felt his father land behind him and prepared himself for what would happen next. Goths teeth parted, hot air hissing out, ready to lunge and tear. Ares didn't relish on the idea of attacking his father, but under the circumstances he would gouge out his fathers eyes right about now. Ares flared his wings, battering them against the air, fur bristling in anger, jaws parted, hissing. Goth lunged and Ares took flight, rolling out of the way. Troy dove , claws hooked, but ares feinted out of the way and sunk his teeth into the tip of Troys wing, ripping the membrane. Troy howled and twisted ready to attack, but the other bat rolled himself underneath, clinging to his brother belly, tearing into the soft flesh before flinging himself off. Wings churning. Goth plummeted like a meteorite onto Ares, claws gouging into his sons wings , puncturing them. Goth reared back in mid flight and sank his teeth into his sons shoulder trailing them down his chest and belly. Ares struggling , growling in pain but never under his fathers satisfaction would he whimper like a pup. Ares lunged biting the base of his fathers ear. Goth yowled, and his grip loosened enough for Ares too slip out. Fly and never look back. He had been banished, and was never more unsure. Where would he go now? He increased his speed as much as he could, wanting to get as far away as possible. He knew that if he stayed in the area he'd be killed. So where did he go now? His shoulder hurt and he knew he should find a place to rest before it got worse. He decided he would go north. Up there he would be safe from his father. So he would go north. He also decided that the cold would probably put him out of his misery. He sighed and felt his bottom lip quiver as he took one last look at his home. He was too old to cry over anything but at the moment nothing would've made him happier.
"Curse you Coma Zotz" He muttered