The Lion & Lioness

The start

Zyla's story

When I was sixteen, my grandmother told me a story about the Spiritual Beast of Balance. Some thousands of years ago, the balance between man and beast was broken. The power and intellect of four started a war, no human could survive. It was The Great Wolf, The Great Ape, The Great Onyx Lion and The Great Snow Lion. The battle started all over and the world was in a panic.

Those who lived on the singular plane thought the animals were possessed, and that's why they started attacking people at random. In a way they were. History books states they were poisoned. Others had the knowledge of their ancestors. The people who were able to defeat and capture them, but over the years the barriers holding them crumbled.

Four woman in the area of total damnation were give the power of balance. The ones chosen were fighting along side the intended vessel needed to stop them for good. They were able to get face to face with the beast himself. Stealing the spirt of the animal sealing it in the warrior. Instantly bring a fall to the greats but giving an unknown power to its new vessel.

It was hard for them to contain their power. While people were grateful for their sacrifice. The fear everyone had for them was emits. To help balance the primal rage that was evident to make an appearance. They were given authority over level X prisoners. The ones who've committed horrendous crimes are either sentences to death or a life of torture.

When I got older she talked to me about descendants and how one lives here in Segovia somewhere. And she showed me one of her most prized possessions. A photo of the people responsible for my mom disappearance, she was eight months pregnant with me. We were held captive and tortured for nine years. And no one knew where we were or if we were alive.

They kept us separated for the most part. My mom was not compliant. I was given two very strong willed women in my life. My mom fought everyday for me. They broke both of her legs one time and she still managed to get out and see me. Had they not got so cocky in their abilities and forced my mom to witness my innocence be taken away. Things may have went differently

I was no longer a physical only toy, now I was classed as S/P, sex and physical. Her eyes turned as red, as the blood in our veins. Not red as in a metaphor for anger, but the actual color red. I couldn't believe my eyes, I still don't, if I'm being honest. Covered in old and new blood, weak and broke she  Fought our way out the chamber and out the back entrance. That was the first and last time we were taken to the back building.

Up until that point we were always on the middle floor of the brick building. I always wondered why but seeing her in fight mode. Made the picture very clear to me. Just as we were reaching the field we were caught and my mother was stabbed in the side. Seeing her still fight for me and not stop no matter what. Willed me to do the same. I grabbed the second knife he dropped during the struggle and stabbed him in the neck.

He dropped and we ran. Ran for what felt like hours. Then we hid in a little shack, to take shelter from the storm we found ourselves in. For two days we were held up there with nothing. Just when I thought we would die there a woman burst through the door with a group of men and my mother called her mommy. Seeing her face finally relax allowed me to the same and I passed out.

When I came to, we were in a medic room. My mom lived long enough for me to wake up and see her one last time. She told me to trust and listen to my grandma, because she'd be caring for me from here on out. Due to our previous environment we've had similar talks like this and in the end we both always made it. This time was different.

I felt it, this was the end but she looked happy. Not to leave me but to go in peace and know that I am free. I was waiting for a specific miracle but received another. I wanted so badly for her to live. We were finally free and able to do the things we talked about. Like go see the ocean, she said I would get real active in her belly when she would go.

I didn't think I would ever be loved the way she loved me but I was wrong. My grandma Minnie loved me like my mom was still alive. She loved me like a grandma would her only grand daughter and she loved me like she knew my mother would. Dresses she almost had a heart attack seeing me in, she accepted anyways, because it screamed LaNoir.

To know the person, that raised your person, is amazing. It's a year since I lost my grandma and I'm barely keeping it together. I'm all alone now. I started to take more clients and volunteer more but now they are starting to trigger me. I'm a license child psychologist and a pretty great one so far. Although I've experienced many of the same troubles as my clients. I was always able to maintain a healthy and professional environment.

That was until I met Jordan. Smartest, sweetest little boy you'd ever meet. He attends the afternoon program at the recreation center and I help counsel those who need it. One day Jordan came with a bruise on the side of his face. He said he was playing and ran into a wall. Considering he's a child and I've seen them do it often. I made a note but not a fuss.

A weeks later was hero day and I wore a spider man t-shirt and hat. Jordan went nuts, apparently spider man is his favorite. We were discussing his love for spider-man when he said "one day he'll save me from the monster in my bed." I asked if he meant under and he shook his head no.  I asked him if he told his mother about the monster. In to which he replied " yes, she said it's ok but our secret. I don't like it though."

The blood in my body boiled so hot, you could feel the heat coming from my body. He's six so he has an imagination but imaginary beings don't cause physical pain. To top it off, his mother said keep it a secret. Per protocol, I advised the board and they filed a report. Two days later, they were forced to retire and Jordan showed up with cast on his arm.

I did some digging into his parents or parent shall I say. His mother Rachel is married to
Collin Trainer. Segovia's top Defense Lawyer. They've been married for three years, Jordan is from a previous relationship. Jordan's, teachers and doctors reported the abuses but were fired or transferred. Every attempt to help this child was cut off from the start.

I know first hand from my grandmother, that the descendants live in the house with the red door. And can make a decision to grab, if they feel the system failed. She went to them after she found me and my mother. Had them pick up Drew and Lisa Lincoln from their home. They thought they were home free. Since no charges were brought against them.

Besides the building being listed as one of their many properties. There was no actual proof, they knew of horrors taking place. So they were not being charged in connection. My grandmother was not accepting that. I know if she didn't have me to think about she would have ended their lives personally. She said it only took a week for her to get confirmation of their death.

I need that type of service for Jordan. I remember her saying she buried her request next to the Red fountain In Grey's Park. I did the same and got a confirmation in the mail for council. Freaked me out a bit, because I didn't leave any contact info. I have to make my case of knowledge, the wrong doing, and have a secondary offering. I'm assuming a secondary offering is like a stipend or something. Or at least im hoping it is. I shall find out any moment now.