hi I'm yulgyulgyul I love reading, when I find the right book, but love writing the most. Don't know what else to write down, so-

Dark Angel story I couldn't put in my stories because of the time I had to wait for 2 days-which bugs me so I'm puting the story in my profile. PLEASE READ! and give feedback please, but no negative comments just stuff I could improve on and all that sort of thing-whatever.

I was falling, through my world, through the light. Forever falling. My snowy wings were now stained with black. It was spreading, it was taking over. I couldn’t stop it. It was consuming me. I was nearing the darkness. Falling…. Falling…. Falling…. Down…..Down….

I hit the hard moist ground, or shall I say it hit me. I gasped for air, but could hardly breath. The air escaped from my lungs making me take in the humans’ polluted atmosphere. Millions of years of waste polluted earth made the air a murky gray. I coughed, my voice raspy and distant to my ears. I gripped earth beneath me as my world spun around me. My futile attempts to sit were pathetic and so I gave up, collapsing with my cheek against the thawing ground. A thin sheet of ice covered the life tucked under a thin layer of snow. Though there were a few patches of earth where moss sprung from its icy captor. There were voices, humans no doubt. I closed my eyes wishing them away. They would surely take me away. To the dungeons, a horrible place I’ve been told. I could already smell the dank walls and floor of my future cell. The cell bars moist and the distant moans of prisoners. The rustling of leaves grew closer. I squeezed my eyes shut. A brilliant light shone into my eyes. I shielded my face with a weak hand. The brilliance of the light was enveloping me, clouding my vision. I fell into darkness once more. I squinted in the dark, waiting for my vision to adjust. I spotted a dark shape huddled in the corner of the room I had woken up in. I folded back the soft bed sheets. I placed one foot on the ground. Whoa. My knees buckled under the weight. I forgot how heavy I was compared to my weight in the light. My downy black wings were a necessity back in the light, but on earth they were a nuisance. I stumbled to the shape in the corner. A human. Maybe it had put me hear. A half a million thoughts crossed my mind.
Who is he?
How did I get here?
Is there anyone else here?
Is he sleeping?
My wings absentmindedly started beating, propelling me into the air. My feet lifted off the floor. The noise was unbearable; surely it would wake up the sleeping human I screamed silently. I focused all my attention on calming my emotions. Peace, tranquility, clouds drifting, the endless sky. Oh no. He was awake. He was frozen; you could tell he had been asleep for a while because of the foggy look in his eyes. It took a moment for him to realize what was gong on. I made a lunge for the door. He stumbled to his feet. I grasped the doo knob, practically yanking it out of the door. I was halfway out of the door when I got thrown back. My wings were stuck, thrashing in the doorway. No, No, No, No. Move! I placed both hands on each side of the doorframe and pushed hard. It took every ounce of my being to make it through the doorway. I looked around the room. Two chairs sat around a round wooden table, and a large beat-up sofa sat under a window. My eyes darted from the window to the door. I sprinted to the door. The boy ran in after me. I used the table to my advantage. We ended up on each side of the table. I could tell he was deciding what I what I was going to do next. I lunged to the right, he lunged to his left. I spun around. There were more of them. A tall slender woman with caramel hair puled up into a high ponytail. Her delicate fingers curled around the handle of a frying pan. There was a man too, the size of a tree. His head was topped with greying hair that probably was blonde. He held a long rifle. My eyes lingered on one of his beefy fingers that rested above the trigger. I was cornered.

“You have a name girl?” growled the man. I concentrated on the floor. The scratched wooden boards stuck out at certain spots. “I asked you a question.” My eyes snapped back up. “It’s Skye,” I murmured. The man sat back in his chair. “Well then.” He sipped the large mug of coffee set out in front of him. “Grace,” he motioned to the woman who was standing behind me. Her movements were almost robotic as she walked over to his side. The man whispered something to Grace, and then pulled back fixing a cheesy smile. “Cale!” He called. The boy who I had seen earlier on ran into the room. He held a contorted look on his face as the man whispered to him. The boy frowned then nodded. He walked towards me. I wasn’t sure what was going on until he leaned over saying something. “You have to come with me now.” I stood up my wings flew out of the confined space of the chair, brushing the walls. He led me down a narrow hallway dimly lit by an old lamp hanging from the ceiling. It buzzed occasionally, flickering on and off. It was a different room this time. A small guest room it seemed. A large bed stood in one corner, while the others were crammed with dressers and empty bookshelves. I ran my fingers along the soft bed sheets feeling the soft covers reminded me of the clouds in the light. How they felt warm and comforting. I sank into the mattress folding my hands in my lap. Cale stood in the doorway as he leaned against the doorframe watching my every move. “Goodnight,” he said as the door abruptly closed. I leaned back against the wall. My head fell onto the pillows. My eyes closed and the gentle buzzing of the lamp lulled me to sleep.

I was flying down the golden archway of Agalia, my home. It was beautiful. The golden carvings winked and waved as I flew by. Then a sudden darkness came over me shattering my dream into the dark room I had fallen asleep in. I shot out of bed hitting the cold wooden floor. Dust seeped from the roof pouring down on me. The door flew open. Cale grabbed me pulling me to my feet. I was so weak… I could barely stand. “What’s going on?” I rasped. “No time,” was all I caught. “Jump.” Instinctively, my legs swung up. He ran down the hall, I, hanging limp in his arms. He cut through the living room, sprinting to the middle of the floor in the basement. He kicked the floor. A small door slid open in the floor. Together, we fell into darkness.

The landing was surprisingly soft. It seemed like dry grass we had landed on. Light streamed from the cracks in the door. We heard shuffling of feet and loud banging coming from above. “What’s go-“ His hand clamped over my mouth. The footsteps neared the door in the floor. Pure terror washed over me. There was a strange mixture of grumbling and cackling coming from the room’s inhabitants above. I had never heard this creature before. The creatures moved in on the door clamping it’s gnarled fingers around the edge of the door. Go away, I silently screamed. The door squeaked open. The creatures slid into the small compartment with us. I barely recognized my own voice as I screamed. The creatures bared their needle like teeth. A serpent like tongue protruded from one of the their large mouths. Their eyes, catlike, yellow with a black slit of a pupil. Their eyes darted from me to Cale, contemplating on which of us would be tastier. The creature nearest to us emitted a low growl. It leapt into the air. A split second passed before it landed on Cale. He grabbed it by its legs twisting it around. Another creature flung itself at me. Digging its claw like hands to my wings. I swerved around with its claws still intact. I yanked the creature off of my back and pummeled it against the wall. A fiery look filled its eyes. It’s pupils started to take up the yellow, so its eyes were large black beads. Its nailed dug into my wrists. Oooh, that would leave a mark. The creature suddenly froze. Its eyes rolled back into its skull. It started to deteriorate into a fine red dust that stuck to my hands and all the way up my arms. I brushed it off. Cale had two more creatures on him. He had finished one off when the other had swiped at his face. He grabbed it by the leg, smashing it into the wall. The powder seemed to be everywhere. Cale was coded in it. I couldn’t help but giggle. His chest heaved up and down. I had just noticed my own breathing, and my arms for that matter. A dark blood was trickling down my wrist. “You ok?” he asked. “I guess,” I replied. His eyes followed down to my wrists. He frowned. He took my wrist gingerly in his hands. “Who where-what were they?” He looked up. “They’re Daraknids.” “What did they want?”
“You.”
His eyes locked on mine.
I looked down.
“Oh.”
I choked. The tears streamed down my cheeks. He stood up taking my face in his hand and pulling me into his chest. “Hey, what’s this about?” I sniffed. I wept into the soft cotton of his shirt. There were so many things it was about.
I missed home. I missed the light.
I was scared. I didn’t know what would happen to me or where I was.
“I don’t even know you and-“ I started-
“But I know you.”
My head snapped up.
“Cale, darling, where are you?”
We looked up at the ceiling/floor. The door slid open.
“Cale! We were so worried about you!”
I scooted into the corner.

That night I lied awake. The day’s events had taken a surprising turn.

His words kept on playing over and over.

But I know you

I woke up to a plate of toast and jam. I hadn’t had any before, because the main food in the light (Agalia) mainly consisted of a warm drink that tastes like humans’ version of hot chocolate and crumbly sweet bread. I bit into the soft bread, the butter melting on my tongue. I closed my eyes in bliss. I had forgotten how good human food was. I was picking the last crumbs off my plate when Cale walked in. “Did you enjoy it?” he asked as he sat down at the end of the bed. “Yes, very much so.” I placed the plate on the dresser next to the bed. My curiosity overcame me.

“How often do Daraknids come to your house?” I regretted asking the moment it came out of my mouth. Cale didn’t seem to mind. “They only come when they sense a being from the light’s presence.” I picked at a loose thread in the blanket. “You used to love toast and jam,” he mumbled. I looked up. His eyes saddened. “You really don’t remember do you?”
I shook my head, biting my lip.
Why couldn’t I remember?! My brain was banging itself against my skull. I was sifting though my earliest memories trying to find a scrap of proof that I knew this boy, but couldn’t find any. “I’m sorry,” I muttered. “Could you tell me what happened?” Cale sighed and began. It turned out I had fallen from the sky a couple years earlier. That’s when Cale and I had met. I had been caught shooting deer in the king’s forest. But of course, I hadn’t known any of the rules and regulations of the human world. The palace guards had taken me and put me in prison. Cale had been caught stealing from the palace kitchen. In both of our cases, food was scarce and we had no choice but to take what was nearest to us. We had escaped the dungeon by a wonderful scheme. Cale had pretended to have died. The guards had to open the door on our cell, and in that time Cale and I had escaped. I had flown Cale all the way to village. After I had gone. His village was burned, and he was placed with a new family. He hated it here, he told me. “Why don’t you leave?” I asked in a hushed voice. “I have nowhere to go. I don’t know what I’d do. That’s why I’ve stayed here.” BANG! BANG! BANG! Cale shot up. “How may I help you?” asked the woman with caramel hair. “We believe you are hiding something Miss,” a low voice replied. “I-I-I’ll get her my lord.” I jumped to my feet. “Cale!!!” called the woman. “It’s me they want isn’t it?” Cale nodded. “I can’t risk the lives of you and you’re family.” I walked to the door, ready to turn myself over to the guards. Cale yanked me back. “I’m not letting them take you away,” he growled. He looked like he meant it. He led me through a series of hallways and rooms until we came to a door in the back of the house. I sucked in the woodsy scent of the outdoors. We snuck around the back of the house and through long, green blades of grass. The guard was dressed in a forest green tunic and animal hide boots. “Where is the girl?” the guard seemed to be growing impatient. “I assure you my lord she will be out soon.” The guard pushed the woman aside, walking into the house. Cale and I came to a dense tangle of branches. We pushed through them to a quiet clearing in a forest. I collapsed on my knees. “Skye,” Cale was calling my name. I could barely hear.

You will be found Skye

There’s no doubt about that

You really think you can trust him?

“Skye!” I was looking up at the sky, a beautiful blue. Somebody was shaking me to wake up, to come back. Someone was cradling my limp form. My eyes snapped open, I gasped for air. What was going on? Did I just black out? I pushed away, rolling off of Cale’s lap. “What-t’s going on?” I stumbled to my feet. All I could think was my longing to go home.
“I need to go home.”
I started running, the wind beating against my face. I half glided through the trees and my wings brushing the ground.
I need to go home
I need to go home
“Skye!”

Someone grabbed me from behind.
“Let go!” I cried
“I need to go home, I need to go home!”
“I know, I know,” he whispered.
I beat with my fists. His grip tightened.

“Skye, you can’t go. You’ll be found.”
“Let me go!” I screamed giving a kick to his shins.
I slumped in defeat.
I knew I would be found without Cale. It could be the end of my race if I were found.
He let go, still awaiting of my next move.
We eased into a sitting position in the clearing.
I fell back in the grass.
“You stay here, I’ll go get some wood for a fire.”
I nodded, keeping my eyes on the sky.
I few minutes passed in silence. I watched wispy clouds drift by. Cale came back, firewood piled high in his arms. He sat down near me. He dug a shallow hole in the ground. He then got up and picked out a few rocks. He placed them in a perfect circle, and then he placed the wood in a teepee like structure in the middle. “You can do the honors,” he said as he sank into the ground next to me. I sat up. I placed my hands on the roughly chopped wood, focusing all my attention on the wood and how warm it would feel. I tried to remember what I had learned in Agalia. Visualize it. Make it happen. Trust in yourself. I felt the radiant heat from underneath my hands. I opened my eyes. Tiny flames licked up over my fingers. I lifted my hands and let the flames spread. “Nice work!” Cale seamed to be mesmerized by the light. We let the fire warm our cold, aching hands.

I awoke to the pattering of rain against the ground. I sat up, a soggy mess. I called out in the cold air. I started to walk towards the drenched form of Cale in the rain. His hair, black and stringy, was pasted to the side of his face. “It’s raining!” shouted Cale.
“I know,” I shouted back. “Isn’t it beautiful?” I spun around with my head tipped back. I closed my eyes. It never rained in Agalia. I loved the feeling. The cool wet feeling. Tiny droplets of water dripped from my hair and wings. I grabbed Cale from behind the shelter of a tree. “You really like the rain don’t you.”
“Yes!” I shouted back, holding up my hands to the sky. “I wish I could fly right now,” I said. Before I realized what was going on, I was flying. I was spinning around with Cale holding me up to the sky like a small child would pretend to be an airplane soaring high above the clouds. I laughed as I spun around. I wanted to stay up here forever. My feet landed in the muddy grass. A moment of silence passed between us. His hand reached up to my face. His grey blue eyes softened. He bent down. I closed my eyes. “Looks like we caught two lovebirds!” “I wager those wings will sell for a fortune!” Cale’s jaw slackened. Two men sat on their horses. “Hand over the girl,” the man said casually like he’d been tired of saying this. The first of the two men wore a long black cape and a silver sword at his side. It had the crest of the Daraknids etched into its handle. The sword was made for killing my kind. My eyes widened. “Oh is it this you fancy?” The man unsheathed the silver sword. He ran his finger along the flat end of the sword. “Ah, yes, this will send you straight to-well you’ll find out.” I stood solid at Cale’s side. I could smell a fight coming. There was electricity in the air. “Leave us alone,” Cale said through gritted teeth. The second man chuckled. His left eye was covered with a white bandage. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into boy,” he sneered. I clutched the smooth hilt of an Agalian knife my teacher had given me for passing the seven levels of defensive fighting. The men closed in on Cale. I didn’t think, I just did what I had learned. Seven years of target practice really payed off. I drew the Agalian knife from my tattered white dress. I threw it at the second man. It struck him in the chest. He grasped his neck before tumbling off of his steed. The horse galloped away its rider lying motionless on the forest floor. The remaining man stared frozen at his lifeless partner. He turned to me his face trembling with rage. He let out a blood-curdling scream before charging at me with his sword drawn. I quickly sidestepped him grabbing his black cloak. I visualized his cloak and how warm it would feel. He let out a scream as he was engulfed in flame. He yanked me forward from behind his fiery robe. He grabbed my wings. I elbowed him in his stomach. He toppled over. I fell off the side of his horse. I fell into Cale and we fell to the ground. “You fight-“ he started. “Thank my defensive fighting teachers,” I said. “Leave it to you to go on a killing rampage,” joked Cale. I laughed. We watched as the man engulfed in flames grew farther and farther away. “We should get a move on it.” Cale stood up, helping me up. We mixed the ashes from the fire with mud and covered the horseman’s body with leaves. We walked through the dense forest. Gnarled branches tugged at my dress. Twigs snapped under my feet and every time they did, they sent shivers of my spine. Cale kept looking over his shoulder like we were being followed. “What’s wrong?” He shook his head. “Nothing, nothing. It’s just-” A loud hissing from a nearby tree. “Cale!! What’s going on?!” A long serpent like creature slithered out from behind the tree. It bared its teeth, yellow fangs dripping with venom. “Run!” Cale hissed. I was frozen with fear. The serpent slithered up to the hem of my dress. Cale’s boot came down on the creature’s head. “Come on!” Cale grabbed my wrist pulling me along with him as he ran. It took a couple of seconds before my legs started to work. I started to pick up speed catching up with the pace Cale was going at. Leaves crackled under my feet. My breathing started to quicken and my heart rate jumped. I needed to rest. I looked back the serpent was gaining on us; it’s fangs retracting from its mouth. I took off into a sprint, urging my aching body to run even harder. My heart thumped against my chest. Cale cut through a clump of thorny brush. Did I hear splashing? Cale had come to a large pool of water. “Are you crazy?” I shouted through Cale’s splashing. Cale waded deeper into the water. It was up to his waist now. “Is saving your life crazy?” I was a bright red. I wasn’t about to go swimming at this time. There were man-eating serpents slithering after us. “Do you trust me?” “I-I-“
I waded into the water my dress fanning out around me. The water was a murky green. “I can’t swim,” I confessed. Cale took my hand leading me deeper into the water.

“You don’t need to swim,” explained Cale. “Do you know how to hold your breath?” I made a face. “Then if you can do that you’ll be fine.” “When I count to three you have to hold your breath ok?” I didn’t like the sound of this. “1-“How long am I going to have to hold my breath?
“2-“How is this going to get us away from the serpents. They could be water snakes”-3.” I took in as much air as I could before Cale pulled me under the surface of the water. My hair floated around me. He took off kicking his feet and propelling himself and me into the depths of the pond. How deep could this pond possibly be? My lungs burned for air. I lost sight of Cale and his hand gripping mine. I couldn’t hold it much longer. Suddenly we burst through the water and into a dark underwater cave. I squinted in the pitch black of the cave. I took in huge gulps of air before my heart rate returned to normal. The air was different down here. It was more pure then the air up above. Probably because it wasn’t exposed to all the waste and debris that the air above was. Cale let go of my wrist. “See, it wasn’t that hard was it.” I almost died. “How did you know that there was a cave here?”
“I had found it awhile ago,” he replied. “Oh.” What was I thinking? I guess I was hoping Cale had the magical ability to locate underwater caves with his underwater superpowers. “Is that you?” called out a raspy voice. Definitely not Cale’s. Cale stayed calm. The elderly women lit lamp that didn’t provide much of a light. Her face was age stricken and her hair was a frizzy nest, with chunks of hair sticking out on each side of her head. I jumped to my feet. Cale stood up putting a hand on my shoulder. “Its ok, I know her.” I relaxed. The woman smiled revealing her crooked, yellow teeth. “Come, come dears, we must eat.” I shot a look at Cale. He shrugged. She led us down dark caverns and down steep stairways carved out of stone. She came to a large hole in the floor where she had spread out a soft deerskin mat with three small clay plates placed around the mat. She collapsed, wheezing as she did so. She clapped her hands. “Let us eat!” She poured a strange yellow liquid from a glass pitcher into three cups. I sipped mine. It tasted like maple syrup only less sweet. I hadn’t realized how thirsty I was until I had finished the tasty drink in a mere three seconds. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. The strange woman took our glasses and replaced them with steaming plates of potatoes.

Before we left the protection of the cave the woman packed us with large waterproof containers of the yellow liquid and potatoes. The swim up was much easier than the swim down. We reached the surface of the pond. I broke through the surface gasping for air. I walked out the rest of the way carrying a container of yellow liquid.

Cale emerged from the water carrying the second container. I beat my wings against the cold air, attempting to dry them. I peered into the small pathway we had made when we were running through the forest. I scanned the forest floor for any signs of the serpents but found none. “They’ve lost us,” Cale said smiling. It seemed that the day had passed us by with out any warning. Night was falling. The forest would become a dangerous place-or more dangerous then it already was. I snapped a sharp branch from a nearby tree and began to dig a large hole in the ground. I lined the sides with sticks and leaves. I covered the floor with a soft moss. I jumped in. Cale walked over to the hole, covering the top with sticks and leaves, but leaving part of the hole open. Cale crept around me sinking into his hole beside mine. I closed my eyes happy to be safe at last. The night’s blanket wrapped around me lulling me to sleep.

I opened my eyes to the daylight streaming through the leaves over my shelter. I clambered out of my hole, digging Cale out of his. “Good morning Skye,” yawned Cale from the depths of his hole. “Good morning,” I replied. Cale’s face popped up from all the leaves and branches. He reached up plucking a leaf from my hair. “A pity summer has to go so soon,” Cale said as he frowned at the leaf. I reached up to brush the leaves out of my hair. “I think they look pretty,” he pulled my hand away from my hair. He jumped up onto the grass, damp from the last rain. “I was thinking we could visit my friend Riley’s place. Sound good to you?”
“Sure.” I scanned the horizon, which was still a dark blue. The sun was taking its time. “You really think it’s safe to travel at this time?” I asked. “We’ll be fine if we stay off the main road.”
“How long do you think it’ll be-I mean how long away is Riley’s house?” “An hour or so.” “I’ll go get the food,” I said as I started towards the pile of leaves and twigs that the containers of food were under. “Actually,” called Cale. “You can leave the food, it’ll just slow us down, and Riley will have food at his place.” I turned back around. I headed back over to Cale. We walked over thorny shrubs and under hanging tree limbs. We cut through a field; the long grass tickled my face. I felt an overwhelming pain creeping up my body.

You can’t run forever Skye

They will take him

You will be all alone with no one to protect you

“Cale!” I gasped. I was on a wooden table. The place was a mess. Trash littered the floor. Someone was leaning over me. It wasn’t Cale, it was somebody else. “Cale! Your girlfriend is calling you!” A boy with short light brown hair was saying his name, Cale. Cale was here. The brown haired boy’s eyes were blue, blue like the sky. The bright blue was replaced with a blue grey. “Cale,” I repeated.
“I’m here, I’m here.” He was here. I was safe. “Where-where am I?”
“You’re at Riley’s house.” “Riley?” “Yes my darlen?”
“What?”
“Don’t mind him.”
“Him?”
“Riley”
“Yes Cale?”
“What?”
“Stop confusing her!” Cale snapped.
“You’re the one who’s confusing her”
“Am I confused?”
“No you’re not”
“Really?”
“Just rest Skye”
“OK”

I awoke to bickering.

“Its your girlfriend mate, you go see if she’s ok.”
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Cale growled.
“She’s not?”
“NO!”
I slid off the table onto the floor. I half crawled to something solid, a countertop. I eased myself up into a standing up position. Riley stumbled into the kitchen. “Hi-hello.” Riley shook my hand vigorously. “I’m Riley.” “Skye,” I said wearily. I was about to check my hand over to see if any major damage was done when Cale walked in. “See you’ve met Riley.” He nodded to the creature in the corner who was devouring a bowel of rice and beans.

“SCREETCH”
“Oh Mickey.” Riley disappeared behind a door.
You could here the snapping of jaws and the flapping of wings.
“What’s going-“
“Ah here we go.”
Riley emerged from behind the door holding a small red fox in his arms. “Poor thing, found him in a bear trap.” Large puncture marks lined the side of the fox’s leg. The animal looked up, its head was too small for its large round beady eyes. It made me uncomfortable, those eyes. The fox hissed, and its head was buried in its fluffy red fur. Riley ran his hand along the fox’s head. The fox looked content.
I wanted to reach out and pet the scrawny bunch of yellow red fur but knew better. “You wanna hold him?” Riley asked. “Um,” before I could say anything else a mass of red fluff was dumped into my arms. The creature’s legs struggled against my embrace. I rested a hand on the fox’s head. The fox froze, its eyes closed. I smiled, the fox made a sound similar to the cooing of a bird. “He’s so-,” he lifted his head as I scratched the tuff of fur on his neck. “So-adorable,” I finished. “That’s the happiest I’ve seen him,” Riley commented. I smiled; Cale crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. “I’m spoiling him, here you take him.” Riley curled his hands underneath the fox’s squirming form. He turned around whispering to the fox as he disappeared behind the door once more.

My stomach growled. “Cale told me you two had quite an adventure,” Riley said as he slid into a kitchen chair. “So did you guys run into any Daraknids?” I flashed back to the cabin, the room under the floor, yellow eyes. I shivered at the thought. “Ah ha, thought so,” Riley smirked. “How about any bounty hunters?” Cale nodded. Riley whistled. “I hate bounty hunters,” Riley said, a fire burned behind those blue eyes. “Skye made sure made work of those bounty hunters.”
“Really?” Riley’s eyebrows raised
“Yes,” Cale said, getting more enthusiastic by the second.
“She got one of them by a dagger a couple yards away!”
“Wow,” Riley exclaimed.
“Ya, it was great!”
My face must’ve looked like a tomato at the moment.
“You’re exaggerating,” I protested.
“No way! Skye was amazing. She just jumped onto the back of this guy-“
“Ok, that’s enough,” I said through clenched teeth, as I punched Cale in the arm.
Cale rubbed his bruised arm.
“Anyways,” Cale continued. I shot an (I’m going to throw a dagger at you if you don’t stop talking)- look. He ignored me.
“She used here elemental powers to light this guy on fire!”
“Cool”
“Will you excuse me?” I walked between Riley and Cale giving Cale a more then necessary shove.
My wings brushed the walls of the hallway as I headed to the front door. I pushed the door open. A cold wind swept past me and through the open door. I breathed in the cold, sweet atmosphere. I stared at the rolling white clouds passing me by. The sun streamed through the open places in the sky, sending shadows dart across the grassy plains. I closed my eyes picturing the faces of my parents. My mother, with her flowing black hair. My father with his unruly red hair. And then there was me, with my blonde hair. None of my ancestors had blonde hair.

I had never really thought of it, but now it seemed so strange. A strange light that was making its way across the sky interrupted my thoughts. I strained to get a clearer view. I ran out onto the soft moist grass, the blades tickling my feet. I ran faster and faster, my wings flapping behind me. An unseen force was making me, forcing me to run. I came to a halt. The brilliant light flashed closer and closer. Suddenly the ground shook beneath me, and I was knocked off my feet. The light disappeared leaving a dark endless hole in the ground. It was twice the size of me. A dark figure rose from the hole. His face was shadowed and pale. His eyes were sunken deep into his face, and a deep crimson red. He was dressed in a tattered grey robe. He shielded his eyes from the sun with a rugged hand. I stumbled backwards. His head snapped up. His eyes caught mine. A dark flame lit inside me, sending shivers up my spine. He hissed his teeth pointed and white. He advanced on me, moving across the grass snake-like. There was that voice again, a rasping voice.

Hello Skye

He raised a bony finger. He stumbled forward. “Knew I’d find you Skye,” he rasped. “It was just a matter of time.”
“What do you want with me,” I said, gaining control of my breathing.
“What do I want with you?” He laughed; it carried across the plain, stopping my heart cold.
“Skye, you have to know you don’t belong.”
“What are you talking about.”
“You never belonged,” he wheezed.
“You’re part of the family,” he chuckled.
“You’re part of the dark, and it will consume you. You will know when the time comes. You will be seeking me out in two weeks time if you don’t want your powers to destroy you.”
“I will never join the dark!” I screamed.
“Of course you will,” he said.
“Or you’ll die.”
I unsheathed my knife swiping at the old man.
He easily avoided the blade dispersing into a thick smoke that swirled around me.
“Skye!”
It was Cale. I could see him running with Riley right behind him. I fought against the smoke. It wrapped around me. I coughed, my lungs tightened. I fell to my knees. It continued to swirl around me. Someone grabbed me. Someone pulled me out of the thick blackness. I looked back at the smoke. It dispersed into nothing. But the conversation I had had with the old man hadn’t dispersed into nothing, it had dispersed into everything.
“What happened?” Cale searched my face. “I don’t know,” I looked back at the place where the smoke had consumed me. “There was this man and-“ The rest was so strange that even I couldn’t make sense of it. “It was him wasn’t it,” Riley said with a grave expression on his face. “Did he have red eyes?” asked Cale. “Yes.”
Every question caused more confusion for me, and even more questions from Riley and Cale.
“Do you two know him?” I asked.
They both nodded
“He’s the ruler of the Daraknids, only he looks more human then monster,” Riley commented.
“Did you know I was related to an evil ruler?”
“No,” they said in unison.

"Take it easy, I'm sure a ton of people go through this sort of thing." Riley ran to keep up with me. I snorted. "Ya, like anybody is related to someone like that!" That, referring to the monster of a father. "Did I mention he has fangs."
"So," Riley squinted at the sun. It was impossible to argue with somebody who didn't understand. My life had been summersaulting for the past few weeks and I was just starting to get a grip, until my long lost father shows up with fangs and all telling me I have to join him or else I die-wow, talk about a father daughter relationship. Riley always seemed to be holding something, usually it was his fox, Mickey.