Keiko: :sigh: Does anyone but me think that I'm stupid.

Talli-meiko: :raises hand:

Oneina—BiLLiOn: :raises hand:

thecomedy-KING: :raises hand:

RedHeadEDstep-child: :raises hand:

Katara-Chan: :raises hand:

Keiko: Shaddup! I'm only one lonely small child! :cry:

Talli-meiko: :hits thecomedy-KING: You jerk.

thecomedy-KING: looks hurt It wasn't just me! :whine:

Keiko: :sigh: I guess this is where the story will start. I'm going to go beat up my former friends. They may look nice, but deep down I know they're evil people.

Everyone: WHAT?

Smo0thie1615: -.- Me two?

Keiko: HOLY GRAIL! :hugs Smo0thie1615:

Talli-meiko: Let us get this show on the road!

CHAPTER 2: The marble Church

I've never really had friends,
Never needed them,
Because I never felt empty,
But as I stand under the gray cold sky over the bright snow,
I realize, I've never felt more alone.

April heaved the heavy pail of fresh milk over the snowy path. Her thin pale arms struggled to get the milk across the field. She stopped every once in a while to pull her jet black hair behind her ears. Her face was flushed pink, and her eyes strained from trying to walk all night.
"Curse this place." She snapped. Terrence should have been doing this. Were he alive. She knew her older brother had died in the fire, but Tom kept saying it was a wolf. A wolf killed him? HA! Wolves were extinct. She knew that much. But Tom looked so sure of what he was talking about. Even if his father belted him. April laughed. She couldn't imagine her big brother dieing at the hands of a weak animal. Saying as if they were around.
A flash of gold caught her eyes. She looked up to the hill where a person stood. The long gold hair seemed to shine, like it had a light of its own. April took a step towards the young person. They looked so porcelain like, that they weren't real. April was so tranced, that when she accidentally stepped on a branch, she jumped.
The person turned. It was a man. He looked at April with driving golden eyes, which seemingly bore into her mind. She blushed and turned to walk off but tripped on a gap in the earth. Her hands went out to save her face…

Derrek ran, his feet fleeting over the hard, icy earth. He saw her fall, or falling, because she didn't quite touch the ground. He caught her. Derrek wasn't really sure how he did it though. He was standing for a minute then next he was holding this young woman and her pail of-of… he stared at the milk. He started to feel hungry and desired the concoction that the pail held. Yanking his face away from the milk he turned to face her. She didn't look like anyone he'd seen here. Her hair was too black, and her eyes too purple. But maybe she did have a cute nose…
"Th-thank-you…" She said politely. He helped her stand straight and stood wither her for a bit. She looked up to him and seemed to be waiting for something. Derrek tilted his head confused. He was not used to these people. She reached out to grab the pail but he held his hand up. Why wasn't she introducing herself? Her eyes turned a bit darker, and she tried to leap for the pail. "It's rude to keep someone from their chores." She spat.
"It's rude not to tell one your name." He replied in his cool tone.

'Who does he think he is!' April thought. It was bad enough that she had gotten lost on the trail; she didn't need some jerk keeping her from getting home. She leapt for it again, and again. Slowly her legs started to get worn out. Not that they already weren't. Suddenly she realized that after all this time, he wasn't tired, and he had been holding the pail with one hand over his head for quite some time. She stopped jumping and smiled wryly at him.

'Uh-oh, why do I not like that look?' Derrek thought to himself. She had that, I-have-an-evil-plan look that most people got when they were thinking of using somebody for their own proposes. He sighed and looked down at her, realizing she was maybe two heads shorter than he. Snickering about this he looked away, trying not to burst out laughing at her peculiar look of confusion. Looking over, he noticed her nose scrunched up in a cute sort of way.

April sighed; she wasn't going to get anywhere. Right when she was about to ask him to help her with the pail, he starts chuckling. Why? Oh no, did she do something wrong? Gathering up her courage she looked up at him, slowly realizing he was much taller than her, felt like a mouse. She straighten her shirt, and pressed back her hair. Slowly, she held out a slightly shaking hand, and said softly,
"My name is April. Would you be so kind as to help me with the pail to home?"

'Not the best wording, but I'll give it A for approach.' Derrek laughed in his head. His outward appearance was business like though. He took her hand and gave it a firm shake. She shook his hand back firmly. Derrek noted this, how they were bruised. She apparently wasn't used to this kind of work. He shook his head and once again noted something to himself.
"Derrek."

April couldn't figure out what he meant by Derrek. Was that a name? Did it mean yes in another language? No? She looked at him waiting for an explanation. He looked down at her and pointed to himself.
"The names' Derrek." He finally said. April nodded her head. Of course. Why didn't she just trust simple knowledge? Walking on, she waited for him to follow. Sure enough he fell into perfect stride with her. She looked up and noted that he had long golden hair that was pulled into a ponytail. It looked very… old fashioned. Walking down the road a ways she started to feel faint. Her legs started to feel like gelatin.

Derrek took a quick look over to notice that April was staggering. He also noted that her face was ashen. Sighing, he took one arm and hoisted her up onto one shoulder. She looked dumbfounded and stricken. Before he knew it she was limp against him fast asleep. Rolling his eyes he continued back on to the town. The trail was a bit icy and he had to move slower to keep from falling.
He looked around at the scenery to keep from being too bored. There was a sharp howl in the distance. He cocked his head to one side to listen better. It sounded well… dominating. He wasn't quite sure how to word it but he just knew it was a leader. He felt inclined to run to the calling howl. Sighing he moved on, fighting his own feet to move closer to the village.

A white wolf looked over the hill. He too bore golden eyes of wisdom, and he was staring at the new scent. It wasn't human, but it didn't smell entirely wild either. He looked over to the grey wolf. The grey looked back at him with a soft growl. The growl was filled with disapproval. The white wolf looked back to the wind. He started at a soft trot down the slope, softly barking at the grey. The grey turned around and snarled. Two other wolves came running up. A porky brown one and a small auburn one. They both looked up and the grey before running after the white.
The white turned around to see a man with silver hair and honey golden eyes watching them from the hill. He knelt down and ran after them, his grey fur thick with snow, and a loud unpleasant growl emanating from his throat. The small auburn wolf yipped with glee and trotted up close to him only to get snapped at.

April opened her heavy eyelids. Her head pounded and she tried to sit up. Someone gently helped her up and she looked up to Mrs. Buckeye's face. She gasped and looked down. This wasn't her home, it was her brothers (Odgen keep him) fiancés home. She looked around the pale, cold, empty room. Mrs. Buckeye smiled gently at her and held up a spoonful of warm broth to her mouth. April gratefully took it in and swallowed feeling the warmth flowing swiftly down her throat.
"H-hello Mrs. Sally." She said politely too shaky to speak much more. Sally Buckeye smiled back at her and said softly,
"Derrek was sure nice to take you here. He didn't know where you live."
April was about to ask about the milk when Sally hushed her saying he was already on his way. Without letting April speak she went on about how hilarious it was, him walking into town with a pail of milk in one hand and a girl strapped over his shoulder. The towns' people sure had a laugh about that. April blushed brightly and looked down. She knew she was never going to live this one down. Especially with her father. Sighing, she slowly stood up and pulled her feet over the bed. After a few shaky moments, Sally Buckeye helped her get her shoes on and led her to the door.
April smiled and stepped out into the warm air. Surprisingly the sky was a bright azure blue and the snow was a dazzling white. It looked breath taking. She walked down the road for a bit to get her footing before she started to walk straight. She passed some towns folk who snickered at her. She just flashed them a hateful grin and continued on her way. She was looking down when she accidentally bumped into someone. Looking up she saw a very intimidating sight.
The stranger had dark tan skin and silver hair. His facial features were sharp, and his Chest broad. His clothes were not proper gear for winter. Wearing only a leather jacket and shirt ripped at the shoulders, and slightly belly cropped. Not to mention his pants…. Her eyes grew slightly big and quickly she shot her face up and saw a pair of honey gold eyes. Stepping back she gasped slightly. He just looked at her with disapproval apparent on his dark features. April couldn't wrench her eyes away from his, just as well as he could not from her. They both looked at each other till someone called for him. She didn't catch the name but he looked over quickly and walked off muttering something under his breath.
April sighed slightly staring at him as he left. Her eyes followed him till he disappeared around a corner. After shooting a hateful look at another person who was snickering at her she walked back down to her home. What a small lonely home it looked like. With it's dreary blue coloring, and dead brown roof. She opened the heavy wooden door and stepped inside. Her mother was knitting what looked like a scarf. She looked up and smiled at April.
"Hello dear, I hope you are doing alright." She said with a cheery tone under her voice. April rolled her eyes and looked over to the south side of the room where the piano lay.
"Yes mother. Mrs. Buckeye took care of me."
"Buckeye? Oh yes! Sally! Her new servant came by to drop the milk off. What a handsome young boy he is! Hmmm… He said something….," her mother sat staring into the oblivion. Apparent thought on her mind. April leaned onto one side in exaggerated patience. "Yes! He said if you feel up to it meet him at the marble church."
"The marble church?" April inquired. Her mother just nodded. Sighing, and swearing softly in her mind she stepped back outside into the hard-biting cold air, and walked out into the street. After a few blocks, she picked up her speed till she was running as fast as if she were trying to win a relay. Right out in front of her lay the large church. The huge white towers looked like the angels sirens, making sure the town was safe. Mr. Buckeye had told her that the angels' towers were the ones that sent the man who saved their boy. 'Right.' April had told herself often. But looking at it now, it was a little hard not to believe.
"One problem, this church has been closed for years. Well, maybe more than that… I've never been in it." April walked up the large cold steps. The snow glistening on them. Every time she's ever been near the church, the doors were chained shut. But right now, as she was looking at it, the chains were down, and the door open. In an eerie, sort of friendly way. She took a deep breath and stepped inside. It took a little while for her to adjust to the darkness, but it was worth it.
The whole church was lovely. The floors a soft white marble, the deep cherry wood benches, the tall pillars of marble. And through the deep blue glass stained windows, came a lovely blue light that was caste in front of her. And at the end of the small row of benches, was a golden haired angel. April looked closer at the kneeling figure. The hair so light it looked as though it was almost glowing, the body was perfect in everyway, except the blemish of mortal clothing, where an angelic white robe should have been. April tried to be quiet, but every step she took rang out in her ears, and she knew that he could probably hear her, if he were real.
The angel looked up at her, and then suddenly she saw the face of Derrek. But somehow, it wasn't the face she saw in the hills, but a serene face of simplicity. He grinned at her.
"There you are! You know you are very slow. But I guess all humans are." He laughed. April burned with embarrassment and anger. So much for thinking he was an angel. April took a few breaths to calm herself down.
"Why are you here? Aren't you a human too?" she snickered. Caught him with a mistake in his English.
"To answer your first question, I'm here to pay a tribute to Odgen and Freyla." He looked at her with those big golden eyes, April almost forgot she was even there.
"Who's Freyla? I've heard of Odgen, but not Freyla."
"Really? Why she's the very mother of Odgen! The simple mother of plants. You know, mother nature? Or are you really dimwitted?" He laughed again. This time April nearly snapped.
"Why do you insist on making fun of me!" she hissed.
"Why must you flaunt your temper everywhere like snarling wolverine?" he asked, with a smug grin still on his face. Aprils' patience snapped completely, and she leapt at him with a growl. He stepped out of the way, and continuously dodged every try she made at hurting him. By the time April realized he was to fast for her she leapt at his feet. He wasn't expecting that and he toppled onto the floor. April seized the opportunity, and leapt of him. She tried to swing at his face, but he held her fists.
"You know what your doing is a sin right?" said someone. April and Derrek instantly looked over at the man who was standing in the door way. There stood the dark stranger from before. April soon realized where she was, and that she was straddling Derreks' hips. From another's view, it looked bad. Blushing uncontrollably she stood up and bowed to the other man. Derrek just stood up and grimaced. 'Fun, till this guy comes.' He thought. The man walked right on over and stood up to Derrek. They both stared at each other.
April almost gasped at the similarities they had. The sharp honey gold eyes, the broad features, the wide torso, and slim hips. The long legs… shaking her head she looked right back up again. Now was not the time to imagine them… she shook her head again. When her vision became clear they were walking away. About to let them go, she realized Derrek never answered her other question.
"Well?" she shouted after him.
"Well what?" He shouted back.
"Are you human or not?"
He shook his head and stopped. Derrek took a look at the other and nodded. He ran back up to April and whispered into her ear, then turned around and ran back out the door after the other man. April sank to the floor pondering his words…

I'm the fleeting wind, I'm the soft snow, and I'm the howling stars. I'm and everything, and anything but a human.