'The sun is setting…' Kieran kept walking toward the sunset, the same direction she'd been walking in for days. Endless fields of trees and vast openings with emerald grass were all she knew and saw. She felt a small rain drop hit her ear and Kieran abruptly stopped.
"Shelter," she muttered, and made her way to a nearby oak tree. Kieran slowly sat down and hugged her knees to her chin. Her hazel eyes sagged she was so tired. The drops started coming down faster. Her thin black hair started to stick to her face, and her ears shook off the excess water. Kieran sighed and rested her head against the massive trunk.
Her clothes were tattered from her continuous days of nothing but walking barefoot.
Slowly, she closed her eyes and drifted off.
Blood. She could smell it. It was all in the air; it was so thick it almost made her choke. It smelled like wolf's blood. Panic-stricken, she made her way to the grand chamber, the wails of a siren, sensitive to her wolf ears, drawing her closer. Weakly, she thrusted open the large golden doors that gave way to a most horrid sight.
Face down on the floor with a dagger through his heart was her father, a puddle of blood mixing with the red carpet, staining his broken staff. In this room, the smell was so strong, she gagged.
There over his body, was a siren. A very dark siren, her wings black as night with silver and red tips. She was crying uncontrollably, her broken wings giving out in shudders.
"W-who art thou?" screamed the wolf-eared child. The siren looked up at her.
"You…killed my gem…" she said through sobs.
The child gritted her teeth. "Killed? Father?No…" She stared in disbelief. "You're mad…You've gone insane!"
"It WAS you! YOU did it! YOUR'E the dark one!" screamed the siren.
The child unsheathed the sword with her left hand. "Your blood will spill in this chamber, mad woman," she said coolly.
The siren stood. "You wish to fight me, young dark one?"
Her wolf ears perked as she smirked. "Have at thee!" She ran forward and shoved the sword forward. The siren dodged and tried to counterattack. They went at it like a dance when finally the sword was knocked from the child's grasp and she hit the marble floor on her hands and knees. The siren took her dagger from the child's father and rose it high. "You're blood with spill with your father's, dark one," she said hatefully. The child remained still. The siren threw her arm to the child's heart, but she rolled toward the sword. Wrapping her fingers around the hilt as the siren lost her balance and fell atop her; the sword pierced the siren's heart. Her thick black hair covered her face.
"My name is not 'dark one'," she said. The siren took her index and thumb nails and shot them through the child's neck, hovering above her.
The wolf child didn't even flinch in pain.
"My name is Kieran Jenova Vega," she said through gasps for air. She leaned in closer to the siren's face.
"I am the young master of hell." With that, she pushed the sword fully into the siren's heart. Slowly, the dark angel lost her grip on her throat.
"Just…as I had expected…" she said. The child smiled evilly, listening.
"You have my mind…and…your fathers…heart…" Then, the siren took in her last breath, and died.