Brotherhood of the Bladers- Chapter Two- Why not me?
Tala awoke again the next morning to see a dreary, ashen gray day outside, perfect for such a mood. The first thing that came into his mind, same as every morning he'd ever experienced, were the words engraved into his pendant. You are never alone, Wolf. Each and every one of their Brotherhood's pendants carried a saying that tried to bring hope. Someone knocked softly on Tala's door. "Tala?" Tai... She opened the door a bit, her expression somber. "Tai? Are you alright?" Taylia gave him a look as if to say "What makes you say that?" Taylia could covey her emotions through only looks, and it gave her eyes, those tortured, comatose gray eyes, life. "You're crying..." Taylia wiped her face with her arm. "I'm... fine..." She muttered sleepily. Tala sighed in relief, but it didn't seem to be that much of a relief. Still, something, that something he'd felt for years, it was making him drawn to Taylia. Something about her made the tortured blader irresistible, despite the suffering that could be seen in her eyes. Her beautiful eyes... Tala snapped out of his stare at Taylia and got up from his spot by the windowsill.
Taylia wandered aimlessly outside in the woods behind the estate. Everything, it seemed so futile, so pointless. It's not fair... why did they have to die...
"IT'S NOT FAIR, DAMN IT! WHY DID THEY HAVE TO DIE, WHY NOT ME!" She yelled to the skies in furiously hurt screams. "DAMN IT!"
Much later as Taylia returned from her "walk", something seemed a little uneasy about her, like an air of restlessness had settled around her like a thick, forboding fog. She wasn't always like this despite her being the one who'd been treated the worst. Tala followed his Sister to see what was so disturbing when he heard her recite. At the Abbey, the tortured souls that lived there often composed poetry such as what she muttered now...
"We were angels once, but our wings were broken, we fell from grace, we gave up hoping. The light at the end of the tunnel burnt out, and our dreams caved in, we were beside ourselves, haunted by doubt. Regret, hatred, anger and death, one often wonders why they hath not taken their last breath. But despite the surrounding sorrows we see, that haunt and hurt and torture thee, look to the skies and you shall see, that the Good Lord's angels are watching and hoping and know we will try, for someday, someday, we'll take these broken wings and learn to fly.
And when we take to the skies again, we hear the angels call thy name. We've done it at last, we're finally free. We're angels again, you and me. Through all of the sorrow and misery and pain, we finally made it to joy again. And how sweetly doth the angel sings, we've learned to fly on broken wings..."
Tala paused a moment. He'd never known Taylia could compose such beautiful words, let alone off the top of her head. In the sense of it, she was a fallen angel, just like the others. And how sweetly doth the angel sings, we've learned to fly on broken wings.