The Exiles
We are the exiles. There aren't many of us left. Desperate to keep our abilitys secret, the Peace hired what we call the Souls. The Souls are men and women who dedicate their life to hunting us down. They posses the souls of the forgotten. Who have been altered. The Peace, they control all souls and those who have been altered. The say they bring Peace to all because they are the descendants of the Life. The God of all Gods who created us and our desires. The Life is why we are here. We are here on this Earth for one reason only, to praise and worship the Life. To love another is a transgression, a soul who loves another is said to perish in the realm of the dead forever. This is where the rebellion began.
Many humans were altered and taught to believe the teachings of the Peace. Others ran off and tried to seek shelter in the ruins of the forgotten times. They were soon found and captured, very few fled as the mass destruction of there village raged on. This was the last time a saw my parents. The flames are what separated us, the peace hit them in the temple with the darts before I could say good bye. They left me with my 7 year old brother Alex, he is the last thing I have now. And the only thing my parents left me. We, among the Exiles are scarred.
Us. The Exiles. People say that we are the ones that have no souls. They say that when we are killed, they see the demons flutter and perish to the death realm in our eyes. We have the eyes of the damned. White. Souls contain the eyes of the holy blue. But inside, they contain no heart.
