Disclaimer - I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters involved in this story...Except for Celethrathien. Also...just for the heck of it Celethrathien is pronounced 'Cel - i - thra - theen'.
Black swirled against the night sky as a pert nose sniffed daintily. They were coming, and fast. Clawed fingers gripped the hilt of a silver sword. Drawing the katana from its sheath, pointed ears twitched ever so slightly, as the sound of soft footfalls on the hut behind reached them.
"Celethrathien," a soothing voice murmured, "You do not have to do this. This is my fight, not your's." Celethrathien spun to face the source of the voice, black cloak whipping in the wind. Violet eyes flashed in the moonlight. "I know," Celethrathien replied, "But I would fight it anyway, father." A tall muscular man alighted next to Celethrathien, indulging the youth with a charming smile. "You do an old man proud my child." Violet eyes flashed once more as the youth smiled back. "Stop it," Celethrathien replied, "You are not that old. Now, let's show them what it means to face a family's wrath."
The violet-eyed warrior leapt off the hut, silver sword glinted coldly in the moonlight, before plunging itself deeply into the flesh of its first opponent. Thrust after thrust, the sword bit into warm muscle, the earth slowly dying red as blood drenched the ground. Violet eyes caught sight of a massive enemy just moments before Celethrathien's sword went flying. "Celethrathien," a familiar voice called, before a solid mass collided with the youth's body, sending the violet-eyed warrior crashing backwards into the church grounds.
Droplets of water splattered against the youth's skin. Tired violet orbs forced themselves open in time to see the youth's father fall to the ground, his head rolling across the ground to rest by Celethrathien's feet. A single tear fell down a pale cheek, before exhaustion finally caught up, and violet eyes fluttered closed, welcoming a world of black.
Please review. Your comments make me a better writer.
May your thoughts and creativity flow,
Lady Ami DragonHeart