Readers:

I understand that it's "about damn time that she updated." so I decided to abide to your wishes and spend twenty or so minutes writing a quick chapter to hold you over for a little while. I'm really sorry for not updating (Keystones and my sadistic teachers with their projects) and I've decided to make you a little happier. Cheers!

Yami:

So what if it was a lie, he really didn't care. What mattered more was the little nagging thought in the back of his mind, he didn't know who his father was nor his mother; but he had the tiniest of ideas. First, his parents had to be strong; that was the only way that he would end up being a Pureblood. Glancing back at the mirror the he was currently standing in front of, he stripped quickly, looking over his body carefully. Aside from his chocolate hair that had silver streaks in it and his one lavender eye; the other had an eye patch over it; there wasn't really anything wrong with him, nor were there any distinguishable features about him. The moment he took off his eye patch, that all changed; Underneath the fabric was a single wine-red eye, perfectly matching his teachers. Damn, so he was a Kuran, eh? Well, that was interesting; now, who was his other parent? Turning slightly, he felt a twinge of pain run up his spine before Yami's lips parted in a silent scream of agony. It hurt; a lot, nothing could even begin to describe the pain. Barely able to think straight through the blinding numbness, he briefly thanked the hunter spells that his over eccentric 'father' had taught him. Ones that made sure that no one would be able to sense anything that was going on in the room, blood wasn't able to be scents nor was sound. It was nice, and Yami knew that he wouldn't be discovered in his room; on the floor, naked.

Darkened Midnight passes on his black wool to his children; tainting the white from the Golden Dawn. Swirling together, they create their child, Everlasting Gray.

He had lied earlier, slipping away from the group to escape back to his dorm, to hide for a little while. Whatever this was, it wasn't relaxing. As the pain slowly ebbed away, Yami finally found the strength to look up into the mirror. Or rather, what was left of the mirror for he must have broken it sometime during his thrashing. Staring into the remaining shards that coated the frame of the former looking glass, a silver haired angel stared back; wings and all. Reaching over his shoulder, Yami was shocked to find a glorious pair of pale gray wings.

Darkened Midnight passes on his black wool to his children; tainting the white from the Golden Dawn. Swirling together, they create their child, Everlasting Gray.

Dressing quickly, but ignoring his shirt; Yami threw open the window and took off into the sky, flapping his wings the exact way a bird would have, though this was a lot harder then he thought. If he didn't want to hit the ground, Yami was going to have to find out how to fly pretty damn fast. Unfolding his wings once again, the Pureblood managed a smooth glide before folding them again to take off higher into the sky. He didn't want to overwork himself as this was still new, but he was getting the basic idea. At least he hoped he was.

Darkened Midnight passes on his evil to his children; tainting the good from the Golden Dawn. Swirling together, they create their child, Everlasting Gray.

Flipping over in the air, Yami caught sight of a cave, one that had a river of water trickling out of it. Interesting, last time he had checked, Yami didn't recall there ever being a cave like that here. Completely curious as to what was inside, the winged Vampire landed on the ground and stepped up to the entrance. He could hear the wailing of the wind, and voices, ones that screamed of agony and pain. Tilting his head sideways to hear better, Yami felt the skin on the back of his neck stand up when he finally caught the lyrics of the ghostly haunts.

Darkened Midnight passes on his black wool to his children; tainting the white from the Golden Dawn. Swirling together, they create their child, Everlasting Gray. Destroying the light that flows to Earth, he covers the land in Night, Darkened Midnight is the end, murdering all that it bright. I am what is left; Golden Dawn dying away, come rescue me, my child. Listen to what I have to say, for it is the light, the spirit of truth. Come rescue me my child, my Yami. . .

Ignoring the voice that was screaming in the back of his head for him to run, Yami stepped into the void and felt himself falling instantly. Grabbing for a wall that he knew wasn't their proved to be futile, until there it was in front of him. A golden gossamer web strung across the floor. Letting his eyes trail down the path of ice, Yami froze when he game to an identical copy of himself frozen with the ice. There were only a few differences, the hair was completely silver, but they were gorgeous. Frozen within ice, Kimono wrapped around them, pale like a statue. There was a name carved into the ice, two actually.

One he didn't know.

One was his.