HEY! have you read DESTINED YET? OMG IT'S AMAZING!... i dont want to spoil anything but i do hint at some things that are in destined in this chapter (no it's not in the flashback)... which reminds me: Kalona is dreaming about this as he's unconscious.. i don't know if that's possible but then again i don't think it's possible for a human to have wings... so...

i am planning on ending this story soon so i can get started on my version of HIDDEN (that's the title of book 10) so those of you who have read destined can keep an eye out for that.. and if you haven't, don't read it unless you want spoilers...

ENJOY THIS CHAPTER! i had fun writing it!

Chapter 14:

Kalona

Kalona couldn't fathom that he had been wounded so much that he was forced into unconsciousness. Being weak was for mortals, not him. He was more powerful than all of them, but not anymore. That silly boy, Stark. He was the reason Kalona was so weak.

Why had he even faced the white bull for those feeble mortals? Because they all have one thing in common: Nyx. Kalona longed to be by her side again, or at least walking on the side of Light. He had done so many horrible things, things he would never forget. There was proof all around him; his black wings, his sons… Rephaim. He thought. How he missed Rephaim. Kalona would never be close to anyone like he was close to Rephaim. Even before Rephaim was born, Kalona protected him.

. . .

He was walking several paces in front of her, yet he could hear her panting loudly.

"Can't we just stay here?" She wheezed. Filled with anger, Kalona turned around to face her and studied her features. She had long black hair and abnormally warm brown eyes that were framed by her high Cherokee cheekbones. It was odd how different she looked in the daylight, since the only other times he saw her it was in low lighting.

The first time it was far past sunset, and the only light was a campfire the village had lit. Of course, Kalona had seen her before, and he recognized her beauty, so that's why he chose her. He had maneuvered his way around the village silently, without waking a soul, and took her so her could release his anger, lust and hatred. To please himself, and only himself. To make love.

The second time he saw her was only a few nights ago, when he kidnapped her. He had gained information that she had survived the first few months of the pregnancy when the others hadn't been so lucky. They became very sick and weak, and eventually died, but this one was a fighter. He saw much potential in her.

The tribe had spoke of a legend of the infants that were created from his loins. They spoke that a child created from abhorrence and pain would become a terrifying monster of Darkness. Kalona was thrilled when he heard this. Children that I can force to carry out whatever I please. Naturally this would make his life that much easier, so that is the reason why he could NOT let this baby die.

"No. We must keep moving. Or else they will find us." Kalona finally answered the mother of his first child.

"I feel as if the warriors would have given up by now. We have traveled for many moons, no one has ever survived this far away from the village." She rested against a large oak tree and looked up into the sun. The sweat seamed to glisten off of her abnormally pale face.

Kalona clenched his jaw. "Fine. We may rest here, but we will continue in the morning." Kalona spat. As soon as he spoke the woman seemed to collapse against the tree from exhaustion.

"U-so-nv-I A-da-nv-do!" she muttered underneath her breath. Kalona hadn't been living within the village for a long time, but it was easy for him to pick up their language. He knew she had called him an "evil spirit".

"What did you call me?" he yelled, picking her up by her neck.

"N-Nothing." She struggled and Kalona let her jugular go, but then he held her head close to his as he spoke to her.

"You are in NO position to aggravate me right now. Call me all the silly names you want, but do not forget who is the immortal!" he growled. The woman returned no sign of understanding so, over come with rage; he hit her directly on her cheek. The force of the blow was so hard it knocked the woman to the ground. She struggled to regain her footing, and then settled on staying on her hands and knees. Kalona could hear her whimpering as she rubbed her check.

"Weak…" he said as he turned his back to her. He listened for any sign of the warriors. Nothing. It was quiet, even the woman had stopped crying. Kalona felt as if something was wrong; and he was right.

Kalona turned around to see the woman was now holding a jagged shard of rock directly in front of her enlarged stomach. She began to force the makeshift knife closer to her body. Then, with immensely fast speed, Kalona came from behind and stopped the rock from penetrating the womb.

The woman let out a quick yelp as Kalona ripped the stone from her hands. He captured her hands with his own, which was any easy task considering he was much larger than the dainty human.

"You are lucky I need you to be alive in order for this child to live, because believe me, you would be dead if you weren't caring my child." He hissed in her ear.

Her eyes were closed tightly and were wet with tears. Kalona was about to mention how weak her kind was when he heard a branch snap. He shot his head up, looking all over the forest, but there was no sign of life.

Being immortal gave him a better hearing range than a human, but Kalona still felt as if the threat was too close for comfort. He took his giant hand and covered the woman's mouth, spread his massive black wings, and flew into the highest tree so he could watch the warriors without being seen.

The first male to appear was tall, muscular and tan. The leader. One long braid fell down his back, and at the end of it there were red and white beads. His face was painted red, white and black. The others that followed the leader also had colorful faces. Their chests were bare and the had a mixture of weapons in their hands.

The woman started to struggle and attempted to scream behind Kalona's hand as the last man appeared from the forest. This one was smaller, still muscular… just shorter. He looked younger too, about the age of the woman who was now bearing Kalona's child. The warriors did not seem to notice.

"They are not here Avani." The leader spoke. "He must have taken her far, far away. There is nothing more we can do."

The small one's shoulders seemed to slump in defeat. He tired to hide his emotions but they were too much to bear. Avani screamed into the sky and then collapsed to his knees. His hands found their way to his face and he stayed in this position for a long time.

"We will leave you here, in peace, but you must return before dark. We need to protect our tribe." The tall one put his hand on Avani's shoulder and walked back the way they came; the others followed, leaving the small warrior alone.

Even though Kalona and the woman were high in a tree, they could hear Avani's soft weeping. The only name he repeated was Nalani.

When the warrior finally dropped his hands from his face he cocked his head to the side, as if he had found something. He shuffled over to the spot where Kalona had hit the woman and he picked up a beaded necklace. It was then Kalona noticed Avani was wearing an exact replica of the one in his hand. He got to his feet and looked up into the sky.

Kalona moved slightly farther into the tree, concealing himself.

"V-tla Gv-ge-wi-s-di." Avani's face was filled with hatred. Kalona didn't know if the man's words were aimed at him or the woman. Never Forget he said and he walked back in the direction he came.

Kalona's hand fell from Nalani's mouth and he noticed that even more tears were leaking from her face. Mortals are so emotional. He wiped his hand on his pants. The woman looked as if she was about to faint, so quickly Kalona grabbed her and lifted her out of the tree and on to the ground.

He rested her head on a soft patch of grass and she began to close her eyes.

"No more traveling, this is far enough." Kalona said. For a moment he thought he saw a smile flash across her lovely face, but he could have been wrong.

"Thank you." She said as she fell asleep.

. . .

When Kalona opened his eyes he was no longer in the forest, he was know in the modern world and everything came rushing back to him. He has to protect. He has to protect his son, Zoey, and the house of night. Something evil has taken over the goddess's land and Kalona has to stop it. It was what he was created to do, to always do even if he didn't mean to; he had to protect.

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