She drew in her hands, happy with her secret task.
Master looked into her glowing red eyes and knew she was the one.
In a flurry of her blackened wings, she shot up into the night sky,
Leaving behind a single black feather.
A feather that was truly his.
Brushing along the stream, the demon child drew in a breath of the victory that hung in the air.
She laughed, gazing deeply at her opponent, a flash, a flurry, she was defeated in a heartbeat.
A dramatic figure in white and gold stood above her. A beautiful girl. An angel of light.
She screamed falling into eternal slumber, but all was not over. In a lost, forgotten dream of a wanderer, she saw her beloved.
He had no emotion, he shed no tears for his lost one, she cried a tear that could never reach him, and flew away.
For the truth was, he could never love. His chained up heart could never adore anyone as much as she felt now.
She sat on a ridge of a border. All was not lost. The thunder would be hers. For now she would sing in lament for her shattered soul.
