Good Night, Sleep Tight, Young Knights:

[Unsorted - T]

Disclaimer: The world of Otherborn belongs to my friend Miri. I just happen to be borrowing it for this little blurb involving a set of characters that will possibly make a reappearance [revamped] in one or two stories because I love them so much!

Stories at Sunset

The hot sun beats down on the rolling plains to the north, a soft breeze sweep through the gold filled forest around her. Stalks of green with white hairs sticking out from the top wave around as a strange breeze whips its way through her light brown hair and ruffles her shirt where it hangs loosely from her overalls. The pale girl wipes her brow, her dirty work glove smudging some dirt on her face. Most girls her age would be married by now and most certainly wouldn't be tending a field of corn. Her sky blue eyes close in peacefulness.

“I love it here.”

But she isn't like normal girls her age. At the age of sixteen she has seen hardships that many others haven't. Even so she still tends to this farm of her family's as if everything is normal, with happy whistles and bright smiles. She is the living embodiment of sunlight and the freedom of the sky above. That may be the reason for her last name Skywood. But that's just speculation that others have given her.

She whistles to herself as she goes back to tending to any weeds that have begun growing in her crops. It would seem like a huge task to most, but she isn't most. Her blood sings with the song she is whistling, the crops swaying in the wind as she works.

Everything is peaceful for this girl. No matter what she has lost. No matter what she will gain, she will always be at peace with herself. A bird lands nearby and it twitters at her, she smiles and whistles back. The two peacefully work together to pull weeds free. Over time more bird and other animals come to join. A few rabbits and deer eating the weeds that aren't poisonous for them. She smiles to them all, they all her friends and, at times, like her family now.

With her job finished she wipes more sweat from her brow, the evening sun cool against her skin. She smiles up at the sky, “I'm never leaving this place.” Whistling a peaceful tune walks her way through the miles of corn stalks, her body making the sea of green part slightly. She's careful over what she pushes around.

As she walks a cold feeling sweeps over her. Its not yet dark so that can't be it. She's within half a mile from her house and the stew she had going all day had to be done. So she shrugs it off. Another couple steps though her neck prickles, she stops, her heart pounding. Its been a long time since she felt that tingle, that coldness. Now it seems to break out in a rush.

Coldness drops on her as her plants wilt and die around her, the animals run away. As the cold envelopes her she can feel the change beginning. A pain shoots through her shoulder blade, burning and screaming. She lets out a high pitched scream, clutching at her shoulders as she collapses. More burning follows and she screams out again as she can hear the growls and feel the coldness seeping into her bones. Her scalp tingles and feels like its burning at well.

Closing her eyes against the pain she screams again. The coldness is reaching for her, piercing through the left over warmth from the evening sun. But she can't move, even as softness brushes her arms and sides. The fingers of ice are almost touching her, she needs to move, but she can't, her transformation may be complete but she hurts everywhere and she its her fault they're here after all. Its always been her fault, what's the point it-

A shattering of ice and a battle cry has her opening her eyes in shock. Sparking shards fall in front of her and then a man is standing there with twin blades chained by shimmer energy at their hilts. He looks over his shoulder, “Stand up and fight!” He turns and swings at the next on coming attack, shattering it as well. Her sky blue eyes watches as he, dark hair waving in the cold wind and shockingly green eyes fights his way closer. “Don't just give up! Fight back!”

The softness lifts from her arms and sides as she slowly stands. She doesn't know what she can do. She's never been a fighter. And she promised her mother she wouldn't hurt her own kind. But then she remember what else her mother had told her. She said her voice isn't meant to hurt people, her wings are meant to inspire people. She may not be a fighter but there is so much more she can do. She stands up straight, takes a deep breath and nods to herself. She can help, she can do this.

Her wings lift up and push down, her legs pushing off the ground. She faulters a moment, but her wings take her high up. She can see the man who came to her aid slicing through demons with a vicious intent. But she just sighs and then takes another breath. Then she sings.

She sings a song about love.

She sings a song about redemption.

She sings a song about adventure.

And everything pauses a moment. But then the demons cringe at her voice. Love and care put into every single word, every note uttered. Some run from the noise, fleeing back where they came from. But the large demon who had been the one controlling the cold barely flinches. They still try to grab for the girl.

The man who had come to her aid isn't having it. With most of the Lessers handled he focuses on the largest demon. He strikes it with everything he had, angry roars are returned. But he just smirks. “Hey, no one touches a lady with out their permission, ya know!” And jumps up, the energy between his blades glowing as the chains grow as do his swords. He strikes the demon once, twice, thrice before having to jump off its swiping hand. “Milady? Give me a hand?”

She nods and sweeps over, catching him by the front of his shirt, “Thank you.” And then throws him with all her might, her wings flapping to add in the toss. He flies at the demon, blades at the ready. A deafening roar follows and the demon drops. The man coming down on the demon's head.

He whoops, “Alright!” Before giving a thumbs up and smile to the girl. “Good job, milady!” She touches down with a smile. As the crossing closes he crosses to her and frowns as he watches the painful transformation in reverse. She cries out as the wings crumble away and her feathers in her hair fade to dust. “Nasty change, huh?”

She stares up as him before standing and nodding, “Yeah. It is.” He smiles to her and offers his hand.

“I'm Jamie Faar.” She stares at his hand for a moment before taking it. They shake before he smirks at her. “So, milady, live around here?” She nods and takes her hand back.

“Yes, and, um, I'm Elain. Elain Skywood,” She nods in the direction of her house. “I was on my way back for supper... Um. Would you like to join me Mr. Faar?”

He smiles, “I would love to Lady Skywood...”

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“...And that's the story of how two of the first two founders of Home met,” Aqua smiles to her children. Sini's blue eyes wide with excitement and Midori looks like he's on the edge of his seat. Its bedtime for the three, the two seven year olds were complaining they were tired form walking just minutes before. But then Aqua had told them this bedtime story and they no longer wanted to sleep.

Sini smiles, their blue hair a mess from traveling through the woods for days, Midori doesn't look much better for wear. Aqua smiles too her children, “And now its bed time. Goodnight.” Sini pouts, but Midori pulls them down into their shared sleeping bag. The two shortly doze off as Aqua thinks to herself.

Jamie Faar had been the first Otherborn to the group and Elain Skywood the first halfer. Its funny how they started the first interracial relationship and family. Its thanks to those two that her village even exists. Looking at her sleeping children she has decided to tell them more stories about what happened way back when. The whole story of how Home came to be. With a smile she lays down herself and drifts off to sleep.