First of all I would like to say that I don't own these characters and I'm not making any money from this so don't sue me. Second of all this is my first story so feedback is appreciated but flames are not so don't bother. Anyway, thank you and enjoy.
Long ago when Egypt was young and the first pyramids were being built by the blood, sweat, and tears of slavery, there was a sect of thirteen men and women who lived at the edge of society. These men and women prayed to the dual power of the goddess Anhamirak and the god Ahnmik. Anhamirak was known to grant life, light, love and above all else free will, but as all things must she had an opposite. One would pray to Ahnmik for power, sleep, and silent peace. These twin powers were held in perfect balance by the Maeve the high priestess of the sect.
The legend says that a powerful being named Leben appeared before Maeve and commanded her to switch the sect's worship of Anhamarak and Ahnmik over to him. Maeve realized that though Leben was powerful he was not a god so she seduced him and in an attempt to win her favor he granted her ageless beauty and a second form of a viper with ivory scales. Maeve then ordered him do the same for all of her people. To those whose worship went to the god Ahnmik, Leben granted the powerful wings of falcons and to the followers of Anhamirak he gave the elegant scales of serpents.
Not long after these occurrences it was discovered that the falcons were using Ahnmik and Leben's powers to practice dark magic and Maeve was forced to drive them from the coven. Though soon, Maeve also disregarded the balance she once held and was expelled from the sect as well. Kiesha, who was graced with the form of a king cobra, was forced to take up the mantle of leadership over the remaining worshippers of Anhamirak, the serpiente, and it is from her son or so it is said that the Cobriana line descends.
The Cobriana family known for their fair skin, black hair, and garnet eyes my family, we have ruled for two thousand years through prosperity, famine and through war. For countless generations and through endless bloodshed we have fought the people who call themselves the avians. We have fought driven for no greater purpose then anger and revenge. Our history says that the avians murdered Kiesha and her serpent kin in their beds the very night that they meet. This may have been the beginning of the war but it isn't why we continue. For every death we are driven on by vengeance and rewarded with more deaths. We fight because we are taught from birth that we must, and we will continue until every last serpiente soldier has fallen.
But why? Why are we taught to hate the golden eyes and hair of the avian royalty? Why can't it end? My brother didn't come home last night.
No more questions if there is one thing I know it is that if no one else while do so I must end this no matter the cost.
Zane Cobriana
Arami