He felt the wind caress him on all sides as he looked down at the town below him. The buildings were much more grand then he would have thought, giving the fact that they were made by magicless mortals. The tall structures around him gave him a good vantage point on the creatures below. Humans walking around, going about with their daily insignificant lives. Their horribly dull and short existence would have made him pity them once, long ago. Back when he was young, before the great war. Now though, he saw them for what they truly were.
Disgusting vermin.
Like a cockroach, the human race has persisted despite all the catastrophes and wars that they inflicted upon themselves. One would think that they would have killed themselves off, yet sadly they still lived.
He sighed, trying to shake himself of his thoughts. He had a job to do, one that will hopefully bring him one step closer to bringing his master back. His beloved master, who was doomed to the frail existence of mortals. If he hadn't failed his master long ago, his master wouldn't have been cursed to such a merger existence.
But he would make it up to him, by bringing him back from death.
He didn't have much to go on, just that he had to find a human that was know as the Prophet.
And inflict as much pain as possible, without giving them the sweet release of death.
He smiled, thinking of all the fun he would have.
Amra laid down on her bed, trying to get some sleep before her first day of senior year. Her curly black hair that would normally just run down her back was in a thick braid. Her eyes that were normally sharp as ice were like a dull sky as her exhaustion finally took over. Unfortunately no matter how tired she was physically, her brain wouldn't let her sleep. All she could think about was school.
She sighed, her mind racing of her up coming school year. Her last school year, as so many people loved to point out. Her lazy high school days were ending, by this time next year she'd be….
She had no freaking clue.
She rolled off her back and stuffed her face into her pillow, emitting a groan. Amra had no goals, no dream jobs or plans really. She lived her life day by day, going along with whatever was happening. She had no idea what she wanted to do, or what she wanted out of life in general. But she had to figure something out, with a little less of a year to do so.
Amra heard a knock on her bedroom door, and turned her head to shout,"come in." The door opened, revealing her Aunt Sasha on the other side. Aunt Sasha had her red hair up in a bun so tight not a single stray hair fell on face. Her aunt had a sense of pride in herself that was exuded with a mere glance. Despite this however, she always had a feeling of fatigue that surrounded her.
Tonight though, her aunt seemed even more tired than usual. Amra knew the reason why and decided to ask delicately, "I take that the PTA meeting was worse than usual?"
Her aunt sighed angry and nodded, "Richard Cawfield has and will forever be a asshole. I swear if I hear him say one more snide remark about me or my people I will slap the hell out of him!" Sasha walked over and sat down on Amra's bed.
Amra sat up and scooted over to her aunt, slinging her arm around her aunt in an effort to bring her some comfort. Aunt Sasha leaned into her, smiling at her child, "I'll be fine sweetie, it'll take more then some jackass to bring me down."
"But I didn't come in to complain, I came to ask how you are." Her aunt asked, the question placing a grimace on Amra's face. Aunt Sasha noticed this and brought her arm around Amra, "I know you aren't certain about what you want to do after high school...and I want you to know that's okay. You're young and you're still finding yourself. Just know that whatever you do decide to do, whether if it's going off to college or working right after you graduate, as long as you're happy with it then I'll support in whatever you decide."
Amra smiled and kissed her aunt's cheek, "Thanks Aunty, I really needed to hear that."
They gave each other a strong hug, lasting for a few moments before they let go and said good night to one another. Aunt Sasha headed off to her room, giving Amra one last "Goodnight honey."
Amra laid back down, her worries having left after her aunt talked to her. She decided to think about her future another day. And with that, she closed her eyes and went into a peaceful sleep.