O'Daughneshae

Somewhat Useful VOCAB:

Eska - Home

Edhel - Elf

Hostar - Tribe

Naur - Fire (Elf)

Alu - Water (Elf)

Arda - Earth (Elf)

Vilya - Air (Elf)

Fea - Spirit (Elf)

Waking up to the sound of screaming is never a good way to start the day. Everybody knows that it's just going to go downhill from there. I jumped off of the couch and ran out the door where another scream echoed in my already ringing ears. Why did this have to happen again? Today?

I stopped suddenly, memorized by the fire on my neighbors house. Shaking my head, and cussing loudly, I sprang into action. My arms were out stretched, my palms towards the dancing flames which were reaching higher than I would've thought possible.

So much for trying to be normal, I thought, even as I concentrated on the reds and oranges, pulling them towards me. The wind was beating my long, auburn hair around my face, but I couldn't let myself care about that.

The fire in my veins burned in that familiar, calming way as I managed to get the fire off of Mister and Misses Callahan's house. However, I was left standing with a huge fire ball floating in front of my fingers.

I grimaced when I caught the distraught and confused faces of my neighbors. It looked like I'd be moving again then. Suddenly, the screams started again. I almost lost my concentration, which would have been disastrous.

Fighting the fire wasn't easy, even though I was I Naur. Slowly, I pulled it into myself, shaking with it's power. A Naur more powerful than me had started that fire; and I sure as hell was not going to rest easy with that thought in mind. The flaming ball of mass destruction had been reduced to a single flame that could've came from a candle or a lighter.

F*ck it, I'm already exposed, I thought as I smirked and made the flame change into the shape of a wolf. Then, I blew on her, and the last of the fire was gone. Remembering why I had exposed myself in the first place, I dashed into the Callahan house, completely blackened with the memory of flames.

Who would want to hurt such sweet people?

I pounded up the stairs and found them huddled in the bathroom. My heart stopped, and didn't restart again until I heard a cough. Pulling them up and throwing them over my shoulder, I bounded down the stairs and rushed them outside. Gently laying them down on the ground in my front lawn, I checked their pulse and pupils.

Just then, the tell-tale sound of sirens assaulted my ears.

"You okay?" I called over my shoulder as I ran inside my house to get them some water.

I came back, and they were sitting up, clutching at each other, tears running down their faces as the firetrucks and ambulances stopped in front of their house. They gratefully accepted the water I thrust in their hands.

Suddenly, Misses Callahan wailed.

"What?"

"My niece!"

I didn't need to hear anymore, I ran back into the house, despite the uniforms trying to stop me. I looked around before bolting down the hall and into their guest room. I didn't even care there was an officer racing behind me, ordering me to "Stop!"

I slid across the floor, looking around frantically before sobbing reached my ears. I threw the door open, and I was tackled by a nine year old.

"Keechi!" She screamed in my ear.

"Amber," I murmured, trying to sooth her.

Wrapping my arms around her, I patted her back before fixing her upwards more. I turned at found myself caught in the most beautiful eyes in all of Earth. Sea green eyes that I thought I would never see again.

He seemed just as confused as I. I had seen him once before, in a bar. I had been drunk and carrying on about Eska and the stupid Edhel that banished me from my home. He had angrily grabbed my arm and lead me away from the other drunks, warning me to watch my mouth. Just then I recognized him for what he was: Alu. One of the Edhel who had banished my Hostar from Eska.

I never thought I'd see him again.

Just then, Amber coughed, and the Alu and I both came back to our senses. I bolted out the door, suddenly terrified. What if he decided to kill me after all? What is he told the Edhel that they had failed in killing off the Naur?

Gently, I placed Amber down next to her frantic aunt and uncle before booking it, not once looking back. Not when the uniforms called after me. Not when the Callahan's called after me. Not even when the beautiful Alu called after me.

Henry's old, twisted hand threw the copper coin out of the 1967 Chevy Impala as they raced down the highway. The coin caught the moonlight and reflected it back perfectly before landing amongst the dirt, grime, and other disgustingness that called the side of the Interstate home. He snatched his hand back in with a snarl and raised the window against the cold wind threatening to knock his handmade leather hat off of his balding head.

There, he thought nastily. I'd love to see them try and follow me now.

That coin was, in fact, not your average government issued American currency. It had been cursed with the locater spell -Aminoes- by a rather powerful demon by the name of Hermione. Hell has chased him to, well, Hell and back again.

They've never onced managed to get their hands on this slippery dog. Henry still had a few tricks left up his sleeve; even in his old age. The thought made his thin, bitter lips turn into an attempted smile. He put the peddle to the metal, and his baby purred as she speed off, as fast as she could go.

"I love you, old girl. You've never let me down."

Henry mangaged a genuine smile, his right hand running across the dashboard as his left hand kept them on due course.

Suddenly, the sky opened up in a harsh downpour, and he had to put both hands on the wheel and slow down. He cursed under his breath, and didn't notice when a woman stepped out of no where and froze, like a deer caught in the headlights, when she finally looked up.

The sixty-four year old man looked up and swerved just in time, honking his horn loudly to drown out his own loud cursing. He slammed on the brakes, and the car spun so it was facing her from the opposite direction. Throwing the door open, and unbuckling himself, he got out of the car and walked towards her, using his right hand to keep the old, patched up hat upon his head.

"I'm too old for this," he murmured under his breath, the wind blowing his own voice away from him.

He reached her and threw an arm around her shoulders, and helped her back to his car, sitting her down in the passenger seat. She was trembling, so he shrugged off his jacket, put it over her, turned up the heat, turned his car back around, and continued driving as if nothing happened.

"Hello, again, Luna," he greeted gruffly.

"Hi, Daddy," she murmured weakly, attempting a half-hearted smile.

"Where were you this time?" He tried to keep his tone civil.

Luna gulped and clenched her teeth together. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye and sighed, tightening his hands around the stering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

"Fine, I get it. You're too cool for your old man. You know, I could've just left you there."

His daughter looked at him and snorted in disbelief.

"I never have before, eh? Yeah, that's true. But, there's always a first time for everything, isn't there?"

"Daddy," she mumbled before bursting into wreching sobs.

"What? Er." He hesitated. "There's some tissue in the glove box. I hope." The last part was a quiet after thought.

Apparently, that was not the right thing to say, as she sobbed even harder. Henry wasn't even sure how that was possible. Gulping -and for the first time- unsure of what to do, Henry slowly pulled the car over before awkwardly patting Luna on the back. To that, his one and only daughter, aged twenty-nine, [he also had six sons, but he wasn't counting them at the moment,] responded by doing a weird laugh like thing between gasping sobs.

"Er. Luna? Please stop?" Henry tried, barely controlling his panic. "What do I do?" He pleaded.

She threw herself at him, clinging to him. Surprised, it took him a second to wrap her in his warm embrace.

"I cain't belieb I wassostupid" she wailed, her face hidden in his collar bone.

"And I can't believe that you think you're stupid," his attempt at humour fell flat.

A new, even harsher round of gasping sobs broke free.

"Well...Er..." Henry hesitated. "Well...Do you want to talk about it?"

I saw the gun aimed at me, c*cked and ready to go, and instantly paled. Clenching my teeth together, my lips in a thin pale line, it took all of my willpower to not start trembling, or worse screaming.

Thoughts ran so fast across my mind I couldn't quiet catch them. The word "please" came spilling ungracefully out of my mouth before I could stop it. He smirked, his dimples showing, and that was when I knew all hope was lost.

His green eyes flashed in anger as he slapped me before wrapping his free hand around my thin neck. The gun got angled at the ground, and I should have found relief in that. I might get that open casket after all. But, it just made me more terrified.

I gasped painfully and managed a scream which he abruptly cut off my tightening his long, skilled fingers around my tender neck. My eyes watered and my heart raced so fast that I swore it was going to explode. Dark lines and dots swarmed my eyesight as everything went grey and blurry around the edges.

Finally, my instincts kicked in and I wrapped my hands around his arm, digging my long nails into his warm skin. He growled at me, rage obvious in his contorted face. Oh god, was this ugly mug the last thing that I was going to see? I started bawling, the noises sadly caught in my throat.

I couldn't breathe, and I knew the end was near.

"You should have just let it go," he snarled.

I tried to respond, but all that came out was a strangled whimper.

"This didn't have to happen," his eyes flashed with triumph, contradicting his words.

"Please," I tried to say, but my voice betrayed me.

His other hand came back up, and I felt the muzzle of that gun against my temple. I tried to gulp, and gargled my own saliva before chocking on it.

"G'night Barbra, sweet dreams," his voice was soft.

Perfect timing. He'd probably pull the trigger right as I passed out.

"Dear God, who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name, Thy kingdom come..." I thought as the lights went out. And I wasn't even religious.

**

When my eyes finally opened, I had no clue where I was. I expected to find myself in Heaven, or Hell, or something. But it was far too cold and bright for either option.

The first thing I saw was pale grey eyes leaning over me, worry obvious in the knot of his dark eyebrows and the perfect down turned lips. An angel? Surely there must be some mistake?

He reached out towards my face, and I flinched. His hand was trembling as he gently pushed my hair back, doing his best to wipe the concern from his face, almost as if he didn't want me to realize how bad I was.

"Barbra," he managed, the relief evident in his voice. "I thought I lost you."

My eyebrows furrowed as I tried to place him. I sighed sadly, unable to remember him.

"Barb? It's me, Kyler." His eyes flicked towards the door as though he wanted to leave.

"Where am I?"

Jesus, why did talking hurt so much? I placed my hand over my throat, then quickly moved it. Was my neck bruised? How did that happen?

Nope, not in Heaven then.

I tried to sit up, but he put a hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me back down. I glared at him, which cause his lips to quirk upwards for a split second, exposing dimples.

I gulped, trying to remember why such adorable dimples would terrify me. All I got was a brief glimpse of angry, green eyes. My heart picked up the pace, making me dizzy.

"Safe," he replied, which wasn't really an answer.

Frowning, I opened my mouth to object, but that's not what came out of my mouth.

"How do I know you?"

He looked pained, like the answer should be obvious, even if I was having issues remembering a single thing at the moment.

"Your fi-," he hesitated. "I'm a friend."

Images of me looking down and seeing his lips on some pretty intimate places had my face flushing.

I shook my head, causing extreme pain to shoot up my neck and attack my brain. I whimpered.

"Here, let me get you something for that." He said, standing up.

I had the strong urge to say 'no, don't leave,' but I managed to say "sure. Thanks," instead.

He smiled slightly before leaving me. A strange feeling of loneliness washed over me. A few minutes later he returned with a steaming cup of coffee. I must have looked at him funny with the next words that came out of his mouth:

"Trust me."

The Fire Elves aren't dark, it's not their fault that they cannot control their element, Fire is very unpredictable. And even the best Fire Elves has issues with their powers. They didn't mean to burn up parts of ___________, but stuff like that tends to happen when they are p*ssed. The other Elves had been unkind, to say the least, and one can only take so much. An accident brought on by force, so to speak, had brought on unspeakable consiquences; something that had never even been thought of before...

The Water, Earth, Air, and Spirit Elves had banned the Fire Elves from the home planet of ___________ (Name is still undecided, but I can always get back to that. As well as I am going to find better names for these Elf "tribes" later). Fleeing, they find a planet already inhabited, making it easier to "blend in" (Earth). However, the other Elves had found them and raged war, trying to kill off the "Dark Ones." (The Elves used WWI as cover, and then when they discovered survivers waited for WWII for another cover. However, they still missed some, but nonetheless, they believe that they have annihalated the Fire Elves.)

Enter Keechi LaMoore Broman, a Fire Elf who at one point in time had thought she was just human. Now knowing the truth with a sarcastic, witty, and strong side to her kindness and good humour, she is the narrator of this tale. The tale of forbidden love, hate, life, death, getting lost, finding home, and doing the best with what you've got.

I have four possible beginning paragraphes, and I'd love some help picking which one to use.

1. Life isn't easy when you're an elf; and it's even harder when you are part of a so-called annihalated breed. We Fire Elves had been banished from our world and left for dead; well, it's what they hoped for in any case. Infact, the other Elves raged war on the planet that we fled too and thought that they had killed us all. Obviously, they were wrong.

2. They say that the grass always looks greener on the otherside; sadly, they're not always right. I mean, from ___________, Earth couldn't possibly be all that bad. There's land, water, sunshine, and simple life-forms. And maybe we were right, at one point, but in just the twenty short years that I've been alive, Earth has seem to gone to the dogs.

3. Waking up to the sound of screaming is never a good way to start the day. Everybody knows that it's just going to go downhill from there. I jumped off of the couch and ran out the door where another scream echoed in my already ringing ears. Why did this have to happen again? Today?

4. For as long as I can remember, fire has been a part of my life. I was born with fire in my veins; I had lived, and will die, by fire. Just like all my family before me, and all my family after I am gone. The rest of our people would call it a curse, and us monsters. But we don't see it that way. The other Elves call us Evil, but they won't awknowledge the whole truth.