Haven Feriah
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Evil was alive and well, stirring horrific plots in cauldrons of despair and corruption. All around, the realm took contaminating breaths and purity and good suffered. A coming war was in the air, or perhaps, a long, enduring one still remained.
But some remained untouched. Somehow, their eyes shielded from the filth of the land. And Haven Feriah was one so lucky.
The night was lit well by a full moon, reflecting across a small lake. Delicate fingers drew ripples into the water’s surface across the moon and blackened sky, kept airborne by magnificent wings. Beyond the lake, on all sides, were beautiful, healthy forests. This is where Haven Feriah most often played.
Only a couple short years ago, she’d been growing in her wings, and such a painful, traumatic experience it had been. Worth it? Definitely. Though they were still fragile, but easy to recover, just like the rest of a child’s body. No longer a little girl, in her mind, she was almost ten years old. Nine and one half! And while she wasn’t truly the woman she someday might become, given the opportunity, given the purity she still kept, she did have the child-like beauty of an angel, even though she wasn’t one. A half-breed. Often a fairly dangerous situation, really. Angels were rarely subject to taints of the world. Half-breeds, well… they were unpredictable; geared toward goodness and yet capable of some great malevolence. This was exactly why she preferred to remain apart from most others, in the hopes that she was lost to any evil who sought a half-breed.
And for the last two years, she’d been successful in her claim to near-solitude, and enjoyed the freedom of flight.
Some parts of Ayenee were wracked with impending doom. But here, for Haven, all was well and good.
But some remained untouched. Somehow, their eyes shielded from the filth of the land. And Haven Feriah was one so lucky.
The night was lit well by a full moon, reflecting across a small lake. Delicate fingers drew ripples into the water’s surface across the moon and blackened sky, kept airborne by magnificent wings. Beyond the lake, on all sides, were beautiful, healthy forests. This is where Haven Feriah most often played.
Only a couple short years ago, she’d been growing in her wings, and such a painful, traumatic experience it had been. Worth it? Definitely. Though they were still fragile, but easy to recover, just like the rest of a child’s body. No longer a little girl, in her mind, she was almost ten years old. Nine and one half! And while she wasn’t truly the woman she someday might become, given the opportunity, given the purity she still kept, she did have the child-like beauty of an angel, even though she wasn’t one. A half-breed. Often a fairly dangerous situation, really. Angels were rarely subject to taints of the world. Half-breeds, well… they were unpredictable; geared toward goodness and yet capable of some great malevolence. This was exactly why she preferred to remain apart from most others, in the hopes that she was lost to any evil who sought a half-breed.
And for the last two years, she’d been successful in her claim to near-solitude, and enjoyed the freedom of flight.
Some parts of Ayenee were wracked with impending doom. But here, for Haven, all was well and good.