A Human with a secret heritage.
A Nephilim determined to save his world.
A Light Fey running from a dark past.
An Elven Princess who lost her kingdom.
And the missing Fifth.
In a future where races that were never thought to exist roam the n...
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Camellia Kain
Camellia and Sylvia walked east until the sun had nearly set behind them. She led them off the trail and into a clearing of the woods, dropping her satchel to the ground like she had done the night before. Sylvia joined close by, propping herself against a tree and resting her head on it. There was something solemn and distant about her gaze.
Camellia didn't know how the girl still had the strength to walk after she had lost everything. Camellia could never image such loss and grief. She had grieved her family and her former life, but that was different. At least those she loved were still alive.
Camellia pulled an apple from her bag and tossed it to Sylvia. The Elf jumped when it landed in her lap. She picked up the green apple.
"Thanks," She mumbled as Camellia took a bite of her own.
"How's your wrist?" Camellia asked.
Sylvia held up the wrist that Camellia had given her a bandage for. "It's fine. How is your arm?"
Camellia shrugged, which sent a jolt of pain through her right shoulder. "I'll live."
She wasn't sure how true that reply was, but she could only hope. By the time they made it to Voleaven, the wound would be closed, thanks to the Fey's ability to heal quickly. After, she could follow through with her plan to restart her life under another identity. Of course, that still wouldn't stop the assassins from looking for her.
"I heard that Shadow Demons have venom in their talons that, if you come into contact with and leave with your life, can cause a horrible death."
Camellia shook her head. "Rumors for the naive, I'm afraid. The only thing you'd have to worry about is a serious infection or bleeding to death."
Sylvia nodded her head and turned away, biting into her apple. A chill- a normal spring one to Camellia's relief- swept through the air and she shivered, pulling her now tattered cloak tighter.
"Is there any chance we could light a fire?" Sylvia asked her, also taking notice of the cold.
Camellia shook her head. "Causes unwanted attention."
Sorrow filled the girl's eyes. She'd lost so much yet she was saddened by not staying warm for a night?
"When Ailwin managed to get us out of Voleaven," Sylvia began, and Camellia listened, letting the girl unburden herself. "We walked for hours. When he explained to me why the sky was still black, I'd lost whatever strength and I had left and...fainted." Her pale cheeks reddened at this as if she were embarrassed. "When I woke, Aylwin was there, and we were by a fire. I left to briefly change and when I returned, the fire at been put out. I found Aylwin but quickly discovered that it wasn't really him. That within the moments we were separated, it had killed him."
That was the sadness. She had experienced firsthand what unwanted attention fire brought. Camellia remained silent, knowing Sylvia didn't need her sympathy. The moment almost reminded Camellia of the secrets she and Amara would share. Amara would be about the same age as Sylvia. They shared the same fragile form, and innocence. Give or take the silver eyes, height, and pointed here. She could see a part of Amara in Sylvia. Had that been why she had decided to save the princess and accompany her?
