In the light of the paled morning Aaliyah the Blinded woke to the shrilled scream in the brittle air, that the Luna felt the agony as Life came to in her womb;
Yet it was too strong, the Gift given towards flesh in making, and even so She could not save the breaking as blood flowed from the Luna and ran into the earth;
Her breathing was strained, that Abdiel and the others watched in horror and pain that mirrored her own; yet Aaliyah shook her head, she could not be saved.
With dulled eyes she begged as the silver irises grew dim with death, the whispers faint and efforted:
This womb of blessed shall it be, as upon my Return;
For She has spoken, long ago of it, in my dreams, that it will be the Awaited One;
Ximena, she shall be called, the Listener, who will walk the path set by Her herself.
And in the brightness of day Life and Death mingled and delved back in shadows; Ximena, that came into Being, and Ammarah the shining star, the named Luna who cast in Her wishing, to sacrifice.
ECK. SO SHORT. BUT I JUST SPENT MY LIMIT TIME TRYING TO FIND ANIME/MANGA. UNSUCCESSFULLY. ><
Let this be now continued, this tale of Life, the Awaited One;
But torn was she from her mother's womb, and a Curse that was seen by all. And they whispered, some that snarled and bared their fangs, that they said:
What Awaited One, is this Cursed thing that ripped its mother and cast her to death?
We shall cast it to death, for surely a life taken shall be returned.
Aaliyah that stepped between the path of Abdiel, her eyes glazed with the blazing silver of Her own, for in desperation the Sight had came back, so strong her faith was in the Awaited One:
Sheathe your claws and hide your fangs, my brothers;
She is the Awaited One; that were to be ripped from Ammarah as she had wished it herself, a path set by Her that were abided and now, fulfilled.
Shall you bring to it Death upon what she had given Life, even as she now lies still, in our midst?
As such whoever will bring to her harm I will defend;
And She shall too; he will be cursed and cast to the abyss of No Return;
For you have said yourself, have you not? "A life taken shall be returned."
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Legend
WerewolfTime itself is the spinster of the long-forgotten; for her Eyes do not overlook the most insignificant of truths, nor do they miss the darkest of lies. The intricate latticework woven by the threads of fate, the haggard tales are told, whispering th...
