"You are an abomination." The man shrouded in light spat at a small child, no older than three, with dark brown hair and the brightest blue eyes. If you were human you wouldn't have noticed but this little child had deep black wings on her back, drooping with hurt from this man's words. She knew this man. How could she not? She was partly his kind after all. This scene was not one that would ever be forgotten by those there as witnesses.
This small child's parents were just struck down in front of her, their union deemed a sin. The memory of their death forever burned into her mind. "Micheal." One of the other men in attendance spoke up, looking at the child sadly. "I think this is enough brother. Leave her be. She is just a fledgling. She can not possibly understand." This brave man begged Micheal.
Sneering, Micheal turned away and with a wave of his hand he and the others disappeared, leaving the man that spoke up with the small child. The girl, now in tears, looked up at the man. He crouched down to her level and gave a half smile. "Let's go away. We can go together, all right? I know a way of staying out of their sight." He winked at her and offered his hand. The girl hesitantly took it, and they disappeared.
~Three Years Later~
"What name would you like to go by in this country?" The man that saved the girl asked. He goes by Papa to the child, who funny enough he's began to see as a daughter. "I don't know. I've never been here before." The girl, now six, said quietly.
"Well how about a flower? You love those." Her "Papa" suggested as they walked through the forest by the small town they were now living. "Momma loved roses." The girl gave a toothy grin. "You look like a Rosie." He replied and that was the end of it.
~Ten Years Later~
"I don't age like the humans anymore. They're starting to notice." The teen going by Rosie stated to her adoptive father. He just nodded, humming. "We'll work on that. For now it seems like we'll have to leave." He looked at her and offered his hand.
She took his hand, no hesitation this time, and they were gone. Now on the coast of some sea, he let go of her hand. "What name would you like this time?" Her father asked as they walked towards a town in the distance. "Elizabeth seems like a safe bet." She shrugged.
~Twenty Years Later~
"You've grown quite a bit." Her father stated, working on something he refused to let her see. "That happens." She smiled at him, sewing a pair of pants that he recently ripped. Sure she knew how to use her powers, but sewing was relaxing. "It's hard for the humans to see you as my daughter." He frowned. She hummed, not looking up from her work.
~Fifty Years Later~
"I want to go out on my own this time." She told her father, who tried not to look heartbroken. "You know how to find me." He said, not looking at her. "And you know how to find me. I think I should try my hand at this. It will be harder for them to find us if we go separate ways." She told her father, placing a hand on his shoulder. That was the end of that. They went separate ways, meeting up every few years.
Their reunions were always bittersweet, but he knew his daughter was right and he needed to keep her safe. Years upon years would pass but nothing major would happen. Not until over a thousand years later.