Disclaimer- I do not own Lucivar, Saetan. Daemon, Daemonar or Janelle. Any
other characters from the original books I also do not own. I claim no
ownership of the dark jewels trilogy books. Thy belong solely to Anne
bishop unless she sold the ideas to someone.. However, Dulcinea,
Kalledrah,, Melynda, Marina, Luthvian, callavar, Gwenyth, Kamadar, Daris,
Fieras and Borenas are all products of my own imagination. I made no money
this so don't sure me.
Sakura Usagi
Prologue
/1/ Kaleer
Daemonar Yaslana was on watch by the sleeping dragons. He almost didn't see her, a young Eyrien girl flying dangerously fast from the dragons. Her wings seemed weak and even as she tried to fly they began to fail, with a weak cry and a final push of her wings she fell backwards towards the waters below.
Daemonar leaped from his post as soon as he saw her and now as she fell down towards the river below them he was frantic. It was a race , would he be able to catch her first or would she be a casualty of the clearly shining crystal waters below them. Not one who ever liked to be outdone he tucked his wings to his sides racing towards her.
Even so when he caught her, they were skimming the waters below them .As he brought the two of them out of his desperate dive the Eyrien man assessed her broken body. She was in bad shape, bleeding profusely from multiple wounds. There were also signs that she had been injured and unable to heal properly, and one of her wings hung at an awkward angle.
Without hesitation he took off for the hall where Marina could help. That girl was a healer to rival her mother Janelle. Daemonar speeded up, not sure how much time the girl in his arms had left.
Part one- she returns
/1/ Kaleer
Saetan sat at his desk going through reports and documents in need of signing. It had been almost three hundred and twenty six years since Janelle had returned to darkness and left the living realms. It had been four hundred years since she had purged them. She and Daemon's only child Marina, a natural healer and black widow still lived at the hall. While the coven's many children had gone their separate ways a handful stayed in touch visiting at any time with little or no announcement. Saetan couldn't be happier. Both Daemon and Lucivar were still in the living realms.
His musings however were cut short when Daemonar burst into the room. In his arms was a young Eyrien girl her dark wings tucked to her body and her long silvery hair falling to floor bleeding horribly. Seeing the panic in his oldest grandsons eyes Saetan took charge of the situation.
"Take her to the work room, ill send a thread to Marina"
As Daemonar rushed off with his precious bundle Saetan sent a black thread to his granddaughter.
*Marina!*
*what's wrong grandpa?*
*Daemonar found a young girl and she's in horrible condition*
Saetan felt the connection break and ran for the workroom himself.
/2/ Kaleer
Marina ran from the gardens where she had been sketching to her workroom. Once there she saw what Saetan had been so worried about. There on the table lay a young girl. Daemonar had been using what healing craft he knew to heal the superficial wounds but it wasn't enough when he saw her come in he began tot talk quietly.
"She's part Eyrien, Part Dea Al Mon. She has internal bleeding, a ruptured spleen, lacerated kidneys. Her heart s starting to fail and her lungs are collapsing.she's dying"
As he spoke of what happening to her Marina looked for the one thing that she knew would help the girl. When her mother had died marina had been forty-five years old but looked no older than twenty. When she had gone to see her mother she had been given a healing web very large with an ebony chip in it.
"when she comes, use this, she cannot die,.or you will never meet the ones who can show us the way,.you will see me again my daughter,...we will meet in the mists of time."
Before Marina could ask her what she meant Janelle had faded away returning to the darkness, for witch did not become demon-dead as everyone knew. She pulled out the healing web and activated it with a drop of blood. Ass she did the girl stabilized and slowly but surely her wounds were healed and the healing web was completely demolished.
"Where did-"
Before Daemonar could finish his sentence Marina quietly answered.
"my mother gave it to me before she died,.she'll be fine now, come and get when she wakes. Ill be outside sketching."
/3/ Kaleer
Kalledrah SaDiablo walked into the hall looking for her slightly younger twin brother Callavar. Both were Surreal and Falonar's only children. The labor had been so hard and the pregnancy had taken such a toll on her mother's body that all the healer's had warned off another pregnancy. Janelle had also told Surreal in no uncertain terms that if she did become pregnant again there was a c high chance that both her and the child would die. That had been 15 years ago after 37 hours of excruciating labor to bring two more children into the world.
Kalledrah had long thick black hair with silver interwoven, falling in a long braid. She had a slender sinewy build and delicately curved ears which showed off her Dea Al Mon bloodline. She also had slightly large eyes which were the same golden-green as her mother. Her Eyrien background could be seen by her dark membranous wings and her lightly tanned skin.
Callavar looked much more like Falonar, Golden eyes, thick black hair, large dark wings and brown skin. He could have passed as a full blooded Eyrien. Right now however she could have cared less what he looked like. She had bent sent to find him so uncle Lucivar could have a little talk with him. Last time this had happened he had taped Luthy's -Lucivar's youngest and only daughter- wings together. When he had arrived at their Eyrie Luthy had beat him at sticks,.. For six hours straight. Lucivar had considered that punishment enough.
Seeing Beale coming around the corner she asked him.
"Lord Beale, you haven't seen my delinquent brother have you?"
"No, but perhaps he's in the workroom with Daemonar or Marina?"
"Good idea. Thanks" she smiled before heading to the workroom.
/4/ Kaleer
Daemonar watched as the girl slowly came back to consciousness. Dark green eyes snapped open filled with rage. She went form lying on a make-shift bed to crouched down a knife in one hand teeth bared and dark wings snapped up behind her. She looked like a demon. Daemonar called his bladed stick in for protection. The girl's voice came out a silky croon, soft and deadly. It was a voice he associated with his uncle Daemon.
"Where am I, and where is Danethylde?"
The young Eyrien could feel the fury rolling off her in waves. He took a step forward trying to placate her but obviously she perceived him as a threat and her eyes widened minutely before narrowing. As they narrowed the room glazed with ice.
*Father! Uncle Daemon! HELP*
/5/ Kaleer
Daemon arrived mere minutes later and by that time the hall was glazed with ice. It took another minute to unstuck and open the door. As he did he saw the witch pacing furiously , muttering to herself her jewel held in a white knuckled grip. She heard him enter turning to stare. He moved slowly into the room and spoke slowly not wanting to endanger his nephew who was laying motionless on the floor.
"My name is daemon, you can trust me."
She looked at him imploringly.
"Daemon,.Janelle said that I could trust you."
She bit her lip looking very much like a small child.
"H-He scared me.tried to touch me, he's not hurt, just stunned. Please don't touch me."
She wrapped her arms around her self bruisingly and as she did her jewel was let free and settled between her breasts. Daemon gasped. A jewel in silver settings hung from her neck. A Black jewel. She couldn't have been older than 15 and wore the black.
"Mother night,.not again."
Sakura Usagi
Prologue
/1/ Kaleer
Daemonar Yaslana was on watch by the sleeping dragons. He almost didn't see her, a young Eyrien girl flying dangerously fast from the dragons. Her wings seemed weak and even as she tried to fly they began to fail, with a weak cry and a final push of her wings she fell backwards towards the waters below.
Daemonar leaped from his post as soon as he saw her and now as she fell down towards the river below them he was frantic. It was a race , would he be able to catch her first or would she be a casualty of the clearly shining crystal waters below them. Not one who ever liked to be outdone he tucked his wings to his sides racing towards her.
Even so when he caught her, they were skimming the waters below them .As he brought the two of them out of his desperate dive the Eyrien man assessed her broken body. She was in bad shape, bleeding profusely from multiple wounds. There were also signs that she had been injured and unable to heal properly, and one of her wings hung at an awkward angle.
Without hesitation he took off for the hall where Marina could help. That girl was a healer to rival her mother Janelle. Daemonar speeded up, not sure how much time the girl in his arms had left.
Part one- she returns
/1/ Kaleer
Saetan sat at his desk going through reports and documents in need of signing. It had been almost three hundred and twenty six years since Janelle had returned to darkness and left the living realms. It had been four hundred years since she had purged them. She and Daemon's only child Marina, a natural healer and black widow still lived at the hall. While the coven's many children had gone their separate ways a handful stayed in touch visiting at any time with little or no announcement. Saetan couldn't be happier. Both Daemon and Lucivar were still in the living realms.
His musings however were cut short when Daemonar burst into the room. In his arms was a young Eyrien girl her dark wings tucked to her body and her long silvery hair falling to floor bleeding horribly. Seeing the panic in his oldest grandsons eyes Saetan took charge of the situation.
"Take her to the work room, ill send a thread to Marina"
As Daemonar rushed off with his precious bundle Saetan sent a black thread to his granddaughter.
*Marina!*
*what's wrong grandpa?*
*Daemonar found a young girl and she's in horrible condition*
Saetan felt the connection break and ran for the workroom himself.
/2/ Kaleer
Marina ran from the gardens where she had been sketching to her workroom. Once there she saw what Saetan had been so worried about. There on the table lay a young girl. Daemonar had been using what healing craft he knew to heal the superficial wounds but it wasn't enough when he saw her come in he began tot talk quietly.
"She's part Eyrien, Part Dea Al Mon. She has internal bleeding, a ruptured spleen, lacerated kidneys. Her heart s starting to fail and her lungs are collapsing.she's dying"
As he spoke of what happening to her Marina looked for the one thing that she knew would help the girl. When her mother had died marina had been forty-five years old but looked no older than twenty. When she had gone to see her mother she had been given a healing web very large with an ebony chip in it.
"when she comes, use this, she cannot die,.or you will never meet the ones who can show us the way,.you will see me again my daughter,...we will meet in the mists of time."
Before Marina could ask her what she meant Janelle had faded away returning to the darkness, for witch did not become demon-dead as everyone knew. She pulled out the healing web and activated it with a drop of blood. Ass she did the girl stabilized and slowly but surely her wounds were healed and the healing web was completely demolished.
"Where did-"
Before Daemonar could finish his sentence Marina quietly answered.
"my mother gave it to me before she died,.she'll be fine now, come and get when she wakes. Ill be outside sketching."
/3/ Kaleer
Kalledrah SaDiablo walked into the hall looking for her slightly younger twin brother Callavar. Both were Surreal and Falonar's only children. The labor had been so hard and the pregnancy had taken such a toll on her mother's body that all the healer's had warned off another pregnancy. Janelle had also told Surreal in no uncertain terms that if she did become pregnant again there was a c high chance that both her and the child would die. That had been 15 years ago after 37 hours of excruciating labor to bring two more children into the world.
Kalledrah had long thick black hair with silver interwoven, falling in a long braid. She had a slender sinewy build and delicately curved ears which showed off her Dea Al Mon bloodline. She also had slightly large eyes which were the same golden-green as her mother. Her Eyrien background could be seen by her dark membranous wings and her lightly tanned skin.
Callavar looked much more like Falonar, Golden eyes, thick black hair, large dark wings and brown skin. He could have passed as a full blooded Eyrien. Right now however she could have cared less what he looked like. She had bent sent to find him so uncle Lucivar could have a little talk with him. Last time this had happened he had taped Luthy's -Lucivar's youngest and only daughter- wings together. When he had arrived at their Eyrie Luthy had beat him at sticks,.. For six hours straight. Lucivar had considered that punishment enough.
Seeing Beale coming around the corner she asked him.
"Lord Beale, you haven't seen my delinquent brother have you?"
"No, but perhaps he's in the workroom with Daemonar or Marina?"
"Good idea. Thanks" she smiled before heading to the workroom.
/4/ Kaleer
Daemonar watched as the girl slowly came back to consciousness. Dark green eyes snapped open filled with rage. She went form lying on a make-shift bed to crouched down a knife in one hand teeth bared and dark wings snapped up behind her. She looked like a demon. Daemonar called his bladed stick in for protection. The girl's voice came out a silky croon, soft and deadly. It was a voice he associated with his uncle Daemon.
"Where am I, and where is Danethylde?"
The young Eyrien could feel the fury rolling off her in waves. He took a step forward trying to placate her but obviously she perceived him as a threat and her eyes widened minutely before narrowing. As they narrowed the room glazed with ice.
*Father! Uncle Daemon! HELP*
/5/ Kaleer
Daemon arrived mere minutes later and by that time the hall was glazed with ice. It took another minute to unstuck and open the door. As he did he saw the witch pacing furiously , muttering to herself her jewel held in a white knuckled grip. She heard him enter turning to stare. He moved slowly into the room and spoke slowly not wanting to endanger his nephew who was laying motionless on the floor.
"My name is daemon, you can trust me."
She looked at him imploringly.
"Daemon,.Janelle said that I could trust you."
She bit her lip looking very much like a small child.
"H-He scared me.tried to touch me, he's not hurt, just stunned. Please don't touch me."
She wrapped her arms around her self bruisingly and as she did her jewel was let free and settled between her breasts. Daemon gasped. A jewel in silver settings hung from her neck. A Black jewel. She couldn't have been older than 15 and wore the black.
"Mother night,.not again."