I saw a couple of stories that involved OCXZane and I decided to make my own. I in no way shape or form own this series, only the main character Lilka. And I'm sorry if I stole the story idea from anyone, actually I thought this up before I even went on the site, and while I was reading the books this came to me.
I am Lilka Shardae, daughter of the Tuuli Thea, Nacola and her alasdair, Curtis. I have runaway, and hope to stay a runaway, at least until this dreadful war has ended.
I had seen hundreds of serpiente and avians fighting in a field in the horrible dream. I had walked through the fighting, swords and other foreign weapons glancing off me, as if I were made of nothing. I didn't know where I was going, it was almost as if instinct were leading me to the place it intended me to be. And then I saw him. A dying serpent, though I could easily tell that it wasn't just a common soldier.
Gregory Cobriana. Black hair as dark as the scales he could grow was caked with the mud made from dirt and blood, it fell into his face as he gasped for breath. There as a wound on his stomach, bleeding heavily, looking deep enough to force any hope of saving him away. And he was alone.
The red garnet eyes that were a trademark among the Cobras were looking around for someone to help him, or even just notice that their fallen prince was quickly leaving this world. The invisible thing leading me to him made me hurry, as if I was going to be too late. But as fast as I ran, the image of the cobra got blurrier and farther away. I stretched out a arm to him, desperate to help.
A bird cawed overhead of my camp, awakening me from my slumber. I shot up, my hand on my sweating brow, and a hand over my beating heart. Relief washed over me as I realized I was free from the nightmare I'd been in. The blood and gore were gone from my vision as I looked around the small embankment that I'd made into a make-shift camp. It was dawn, and the orange sky overhead betrayed the fact that the morning was young. Meaning I had time to get going before the troops set in. I drove the images that I had in my mind away. I'd seen the thing I was running away from, battle.
I got out of the hammock and began untying the ends of it from the trees supporting it. The fire from the night before was already white ashes in the fire pit I'd built. The bones from my kill were gone, most likely stolen by the many predators of the forest around me. It didn't matter to me, I could always find more prey.
I folded my hammock and packed it into the leather bag I had, also putting my knife, soft pillow, and finally my journel in it. Slinging the pack on my back, I finally went over to the river and took a quick drink. In it's rippling water's, I saw my own image.
A tall, skinny, yet well formed girl looked back at me. But she looked wild. And I knew I felt wild now, with the trees by my side and the wind in my hair. Fierce liquid gold eyes looked back at me, while my bronze hair that was darker in the unlight world of the forest, was dirty and went everywhere. She was in a brown wool shirt with a pair of dark brown slacks. Brown leather boot with rabbit fur lining decorated her feet while a pair of thick leather gloves fit her hands. I shook my head and leaned over to take a drink of water from my cupped hands. It was then that a arrow decided to fly next to my face, nearly piercing my head as it went it's course.
I jumped a mile away from the weapon embedded in the ground and frantically searched the trees next to me. A flash of movement to my right and a avian warrior came at me, sword unsheathed, and tawny eyes burning with determination. I smiled, showing as much teeth as I could, and dunked his blows, while inserting my hand into my backpack. I found my knife and drew it, catching his heavy blade against my flimsy looking sheet of metal. However I knew it wouldn't break. It had a charm weaved into the metal, making in indestructable. I'd recieved it from a friend before my departure from the avain society. This avian was thin, but well muscled and looked like he could take someone on. But I had a large soldier's background against him.
"Nice to meet you and you are?", I small-chatted, grabbing his blade with my leather gloved hand and thrusting him away. He grunted, but I was stronger than him, and his hands slipped of his weapon as he fell to the ground. Even a member of the Flight couldn't take me on, let alone this small avian warrior. Though he had friends that were most likely coming through the trees to our location. I glared down at the fallen soldier, who's own blade was now in my hands. I glanced down at the embelm on the sheath and nearly gasped.
He was a member of the Flight. A guard for the Lady herself even. I nearly gave myself a stroke not laughing. What was the Guard of the royal Tuuli Thea coming to if it couldn't even battle a runaway like me? Finally with a straight face I turned back to him.
"You might want to practice a little more if you want to capture a foe such as I", I said, much like a teacher would, I threw him his sword and he caught it. The much practiced reserve that I knew he had made it's appearence as he kept a firm look on his face, despite my words and my action.
"We are only serving our Lady, and her word was for you to be brought in Lilka", he spoke my name gravely and stayed on the ground, knowing his words could be a weapon. I snorted.
"As if I want to go back to that emotionless flock of bird-brains", I paused, conversing with him was limiting the time I had to escape the unknown impending ambush of ravens, crows, and perhaps even some hawks. I smirked down at him, waving a farewell.
I let my Demi-wings slid out of the openings in my wool shirt, "Let your comrades know that they'll never capture me". I smiled sweetly down at him before taking off, dodging tree limbs as I shot upward. I saw the man's face turn to shock as he saw my golden hawk wings. I laughed as I turned my face upward as I broke through the final level of the forest's canopy and into open air, shifting into my full hawk form as I did. Dark brown feathers made up my body as golden contour feathers stretched out from my wings and tail. My vision turned sharp and lines became more pronounced, details coming more into focus. Talons were curled against my belly as I stroked my wings in the air. This was freedom.
I went up as far as I could go, to escape any possible enemy I had up there.
I'd been right, a barrade of guards and soldiers were up there, but they weren't waiting for me. They were over a field and looked preoccupied, too busy to notice a hawk in their midst. I flew high enough that I didn't catch their eyes, but low enough I could see what was going on in the open place. And rolled my eyes as I caught a glance of the field.
It was a battle, something I tried to avoid in my path of evading the avian guards, but unfortunetely got caught in them a lot. This one was once again one between serpiente and avians.
Multicolored armor and different shades of browns showed me which opponents were which. It looked like it was a even battle, both sides looked about the same size and they were holding up well against each other. I looked to the sides of the fields and saw the lines of the wounded or perished. I cringed at the shouts and screams that drifted up to my height.
This was why I avoided battle, I hated death. Especially unneeded deaths like these were.
Long ago the avian and serpiente war began, for good reason. But now in the present, hundreds of years into the future, there was no need for this war. Both sides were now only fighting to avenge the many dead, actually forgetting the real reason why the war had even began.
Brought up as a small avian girl, I'd been taught that all snakes were untrustworthy and would put a knife in your back faster than you could blink. My alasdair, Demien, had protected me until his untimely death while defending the Keep during a serpiente siege. I'd held him until his eyes had finally lost their flare of life and his heart finally stopped it's endless beating. That had been the end of the war for me. No longer would I just sit in that tower and let soldiers go out to their deaths.
But I couldn't just go over to the Cobriana palace and ask for their forgiveness for the deaths of millions of their people, especially not without the word of Lady Nacola. So instead I ran away.
Two years have past since I was the child that flew away with a small pack of supplies. Two years since I've seen my own mother, and since she has seen her only daughter left. Yes I was the last Shardae child in line for the title of the Tuuli Thea.
I'd gotten the news a few months before the present day that my only sibling left, Xavier Shardae, had died in battle. That hadn't made me go back to the Keep and stand as my mother's heir however. I would never go back of my own free will.
Through the two years, I'd spent one of them with the wolf packs and in Mistiri lands, and learned the comfort of anther being's presence and emotions, which were something the avian society shunned. Now, feeling so free and open, I saw my own people as my cage. I'd have to be chained and have my wings clipped before I went back to those cold people.
A shriek made my mind come out of my thougts and I looked down into the mass of people to find the source. There were too many people though, and I could hardly make out a single person. This was now the choice I had, go down and help heal people, or leave and find another place to hide for a day or so. there were some points to just flying away, I wouldn't have the risk of being seen and captured. But then again, I could just tye my golden hair back and change fully into a human. It would be hard to hide my eyes, but I just wouldn't meet anyone's gaze. Plus I could save some people from dying. Taking a deep breath, I chose to go down and at least try to help some people. I wasn't a part of the war, but that didn't stop me from wanting to help a innocent man or woman from dying.
I dove down, out of the sight of the guarding ravens and crows, and landed in the trees, a few yards from the fighting. I made my wings disappear and pulled my hair back with a piece of torn cloth from my shirt. I pulled out my knife and started for the line of the dead and dying people, wanting to avoid any confrontation with a serpent or my own kind. A few men and women looked at me and deemed me non-threatening before going back to fighting, though the serpents stared a me a little more than a comforting feeling wanted. I kept my eyes low until I suddenly had a feeling that I should look up. It was then that I recognized where I was, my surroundings were just like my dream. And as I turned to my right, I saw a familiar pair of red eyes.