No one bothered to stop Maya as she rushed through the terminals. People dove out of her way, making notice of the blood splatters on her pretty blue blouse. It was only when she reached the entrance to the airport, did she notice the thick, heavy rain starting to pour outside.
Lush sheets of rain fell to the pavement, causing loud slapping sounds. People outside were running for shelter, holding packages above their heads. Lightening split overhead, illuminating the midnight velvet sky.
Maya tilted her head up, embracing the coolness of the rain. She blinked. It wasn't water. It didn't feel like water. It didn't smell like water…. Her otherworldly senses were tingling and she lifted a trembling hand to her face. She touched her face lightly, her fingertips trailing over her lips. She held out her hand before her.
Blood. The sky was raining I blood.
Maya's eyes searched the crowd of shrieking people. She was about to give up when she spotted it. A black limo, parked indiscreetly just outside the airport parking lot.
Seeing the obvious panic surrounding her, Maya leapt. Soaring through the air, she landed neatly beside the curb of the limo. People were pointing at her now, shouting and screaming. Maya smiled, and lifted her head to the sky; she opened her mouth and embraced the bloody raindrops.
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The beautiful white room was silent.
Aradia, with her blind eyes turned towards the only window. Her head titled as rain pattered noisily.
"But we haven't found the other yet! We don't even know where to begi--" Mother Cybele shook her head, stuttering.
"They already have," Aradia lowered her head.
The remaining council was in ruins. There were at least 400 people in the circular room. And all were silent. All knowing a single outcome, by the large, drenching sheets of rain that pounded the pavement outside.
It was Thea that stood before them. She stood so quickly, that her chair spilt behind her; gathering the attention of all the members of circle daybreak.
"I once believed that good ALWAYS prevailed", Thea began. "That goodness outshone the darkness, that a single light would illuminate even the darkest of rooms. We have THREE lights. Three wildpowers. These three beings alone can stand against the oncoming darkness. We can find the other light. We have to---" Her speech was abruptly cut off by a waving hand.
Thierry was shaking his head.
"I agree with Thea. Look at the power in this room. Look around. All of you," He pointed at some of the more impressive figures in the room.
Quinn sat with Rashel. Both looked cool and relaxed, even in the anxiety filled room. Blaise coughed, causing attention to focus on her and her cousin Thea. Ash snorted, glancing back at Thierry and Hannah. Who sat regal. Looking at Aradia who hadn't spoken at all, since her soft prophecy.
"We can't WIN Thierry, They already HAVE the wildpower. The sky is raining blood. Vampires are killing in the open. Shifters are changing and murdering humans. Witches be-spelling people. It's all over. Everything. Everything we worked for. It's IOVER." Ash emphasized the last I over with a slash of his hand.
It was then a quiet figure stood; demanding the attention of the complete council.
"I believe," Iliana began, "That since we," she gestured to herself, Jez, and Delos, "Are the people that are going to be FIGHTING here, WE should say WHEN to give up. And I don't think we're ready quite yet." She shimmered before the council. Her white blonde hair spun like fragile glass. She looked like a frail white dandy lion in the midsts of a hurricane.
Aradia nodded slightly, looking over to Mother Cybele.
"Iliana is right. If anyone is to get the wildpower back, it will be the other shards of light." Aradia stood. Addressing the entire council.
"And so it shall be done. Jez, Delos, and Iliana will be sent to find their last remaining partner. It will be their job to persuade the remaining wildpower to our side. All will be won, or lost with them. All in agreement?"
There were murmurs of sadness and agreement among the council members.
"And it shall be done," Mother Cybele said softly.
Lush sheets of rain fell to the pavement, causing loud slapping sounds. People outside were running for shelter, holding packages above their heads. Lightening split overhead, illuminating the midnight velvet sky.
Maya tilted her head up, embracing the coolness of the rain. She blinked. It wasn't water. It didn't feel like water. It didn't smell like water…. Her otherworldly senses were tingling and she lifted a trembling hand to her face. She touched her face lightly, her fingertips trailing over her lips. She held out her hand before her.
Blood. The sky was raining I blood.
Maya's eyes searched the crowd of shrieking people. She was about to give up when she spotted it. A black limo, parked indiscreetly just outside the airport parking lot.
Seeing the obvious panic surrounding her, Maya leapt. Soaring through the air, she landed neatly beside the curb of the limo. People were pointing at her now, shouting and screaming. Maya smiled, and lifted her head to the sky; she opened her mouth and embraced the bloody raindrops.
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The beautiful white room was silent.
Aradia, with her blind eyes turned towards the only window. Her head titled as rain pattered noisily.
"But we haven't found the other yet! We don't even know where to begi--" Mother Cybele shook her head, stuttering.
"They already have," Aradia lowered her head.
The remaining council was in ruins. There were at least 400 people in the circular room. And all were silent. All knowing a single outcome, by the large, drenching sheets of rain that pounded the pavement outside.
It was Thea that stood before them. She stood so quickly, that her chair spilt behind her; gathering the attention of all the members of circle daybreak.
"I once believed that good ALWAYS prevailed", Thea began. "That goodness outshone the darkness, that a single light would illuminate even the darkest of rooms. We have THREE lights. Three wildpowers. These three beings alone can stand against the oncoming darkness. We can find the other light. We have to---" Her speech was abruptly cut off by a waving hand.
Thierry was shaking his head.
"I agree with Thea. Look at the power in this room. Look around. All of you," He pointed at some of the more impressive figures in the room.
Quinn sat with Rashel. Both looked cool and relaxed, even in the anxiety filled room. Blaise coughed, causing attention to focus on her and her cousin Thea. Ash snorted, glancing back at Thierry and Hannah. Who sat regal. Looking at Aradia who hadn't spoken at all, since her soft prophecy.
"We can't WIN Thierry, They already HAVE the wildpower. The sky is raining blood. Vampires are killing in the open. Shifters are changing and murdering humans. Witches be-spelling people. It's all over. Everything. Everything we worked for. It's IOVER." Ash emphasized the last I over with a slash of his hand.
It was then a quiet figure stood; demanding the attention of the complete council.
"I believe," Iliana began, "That since we," she gestured to herself, Jez, and Delos, "Are the people that are going to be FIGHTING here, WE should say WHEN to give up. And I don't think we're ready quite yet." She shimmered before the council. Her white blonde hair spun like fragile glass. She looked like a frail white dandy lion in the midsts of a hurricane.
Aradia nodded slightly, looking over to Mother Cybele.
"Iliana is right. If anyone is to get the wildpower back, it will be the other shards of light." Aradia stood. Addressing the entire council.
"And so it shall be done. Jez, Delos, and Iliana will be sent to find their last remaining partner. It will be their job to persuade the remaining wildpower to our side. All will be won, or lost with them. All in agreement?"
There were murmurs of sadness and agreement among the council members.
"And it shall be done," Mother Cybele said softly.