Prayers
Love. Lust. Hate. Magic. This is me. This is what i live in. This is what my people were raised to know. nothing more. Like the avians after us and the pure animals before us, it is all we will ever know.
My name is Emmily Ros'ier'macteth'nak. And the robin form to which i used to take to the skys is as passed and gone as Mikanili herself. Most shapeshiffters avians, falcons, and seripiente alike chose to turn away. They chose to look away as an entire race, and entire breed destroyed itself. The chose to look away as my people destoyed them selves. The robins were a supirior race to say the least, falcons fled at the sight of us, serpiente recoiled when faced to look into our black eyes. They never helped or supported us in fear for them selves.
We have been at war with the blackbirds for longer than time can record. Being what we were we began fighting as soon as humans began to grace this earth. And now i tell you the story of my people. The curse i wish for no one else to carry apon their backs. I will tell you why I and every other robin on this earth will burn in the fiary pits of hell.
Mikanili and mandorini were beatiful, graceful, intellegent, and desired by every man in the northern hymisphere. The daughters fo a noble cheif, their was rivalry, and lies, and deceit between them. Mandorini was The smarter of the two. She tricked the trible men in to desireing her instead of her sister. And while her sister sat alone with no companionship, Mandorini soaked up glory and praise like a spunge. Until the day Mikanili fell in love. He was a simple weaver, nothing special, nothing that the great Mandorini hadnt seen before. But she wanted him, for the simple fact that her sister had something she didnt. She was jealous and greedy. She thought it was unfair that her sister find love when she was meant to have multiple lovers but forever wallow in agony, alone, with no true companionship. The rivaling sisters fought killing and slaying any in their path. Recruiting soldiers for each side. blood covered the lands and tribal bodies piled up in bloody heaps. And yet they fought. They fought until there was no one left to fight with.They fought until their was nothing left to fight for. They had killed there mother father, friends and foes, and the sisters where now truley alone. Mandorini driven mad with spite wandered into the woods alone, slashing and birning down trees, she wandered for days finding nothing noone. Finally she had had enough. Desperate to escape her terrible fate, she hung herself from a tree. He body died but her soul lingered. Drifting through the woods for days until if came in contact with another living thing. A blackbird. THe soul wanting desperatly a place to call home, clung to the bird, like a mother to a child. The overpowering sould drove the birds mind away replacing it with tribal magic, and life. And so the Bird soared the tree tops looking for the one that had caused her this agony. Her sister. Mikanili was sick and dieing of starvation when her sister finally found her. The blackbirl-girl driven insane with hatred beat and pecked her sister, until she was left bleeding on the forest floor begging for mercy. she begged for help, but nobody answered, no one but a lone robin. The robin being the creature it was killed the poor girl, to put her out of the misery, and then helped her sould to find refuge in its own. and so the robin was born. Both the backbird and robin shapeshiffters searched the lands, converting more people to animal forms. And when all seemed well the sisters found eachother again, and fighting broke out.
The fighing continues now ever after thousands of years. I am a decendant of riliana The robin princesses first guard member. It is not something i take lightly, it is not something i enjoy, and from the day i was born to the day i was exciled from the hawks keep all those years ago, i have cried at the thought of myself, my people, their hopless, pointless war.
but for now as i sit in a simple cottage, in the human village of bagstran, my wings clipped, forever trapped in my human form, i pray. I pray for closure. I pray for peace. I pray for forgivness.
Emmily Ros'ier'macteth'nak
robin of Bagstan