Little Girl

Gabriel de le Poer · 01-27-2011, 01:05 AM

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The overcast night blotted out the stars and made the earth a shadowy, dark place. Gabriel no longer feared the night. As a child he had, but as a child he had feared many things with good reason. He had feared death after seeing his brother ripped asunder. Baneesh no longer came to him in his dreams; nor did the women whose presences had all but been erased from his mind. His focus narrowed to the here and the now, to the things he could touch and feel and change.

Talitha’s miraculous return had not been overlooked by her father. It was only because he had recognized the shade within her that he had given her a wide breadth. Once he had pushed her and she had grown to fear her. The Aquila did not come to her directly, but lingered at a distance and waited. So when he had seen her traveling through the forest like a ghost he had trailed her, a shadow of her own form, a darker beast that had sprung her forth and released her into the world. Her father was a monster, but he loved his family dearly—enough to kill for them. Enough to kill them.

Her scream drew him in quickly, like a fox to a rabbit, but when he found her alone he paused. She did not ask for his help. Then again, she never would need to. Like it or not, they were bound to one another. Pale feet crossed the snow and carried him through the shadows, a raven-brushed beast with fire in his eyes. Gabriel called out to her, slowing. “Talitha?”

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