chapter 8
Fay hated England. There were many reasons why she did, maybe it was because she was native american and she was nephilim. Her people lived longer, they remembered the genocide. It wasn't history to her. Her family had lived it.
Fay was from an earth clan, hidden across Utah's salt lake. A large city and settlements. Before the Natives were attacked, those who were already Nephilim and believed in the Great Spirit. There was a beautiful city radiated of the cultures of the mixture of tribes who decided to soley follow the Great Spirit. When the English attacked, a invisible barrier was placed around the area. Protecting, cursing the land around them so no one would get near them. Her clan fought hard against the colonizers, trying to save as many tribes as they could. Though no one could deny that some tribes were proud and refused to mix themselves with the tribes who they believed abandoned the other spirits of the Fay was from a forgotten tribe. One to small that the white men didn't bother to write down in history. She had three clan names, unlike some kids in the city who lost their third clan name and only had two clan names. Her people were blessed with longer life than other nephilim, going up to 500 years because of the need to save her people's lineage.
Until this day, Natives were still being killed and lands continued to be stolen. Though it wasn't England's fault for that. It wasn't even the United States citizens' fault. They were oblivious to what was happening. The government on the other hand?
Fay mumbled underneath her breath as she walked off the plane with her sisters. They were carrying their fake passports underneath their hands as they walked towards the legal process.
A pale man glanced at Fay's passport and looked at her.
"Fay Begay. Why are you traveling here?" the man chirped. Fay mentally sighed.
"I want to see London." Fay's voice was high due to her nervousness but the human man in front of her didn't seem to notice. He smiled and stamped her passport's paper.
"Enjoy your visit." He smiled and passed the next passenger behind her.
Fay fumbled with her papers in hand, waiting for the other girls to pass through. One by one they trickled in pile of empty words. It was easy to spot Hyma and Nadia. Hyma had teal hair with bronze skin, a button nose and lush lips and dark brown asian eyes. She was from Myanmar. Nadia on the other had pastel pink hair, she was tall and skinny like her sister Meg. Their face nearly identical except Nadia had thinner pink brows with lavender eyes. She had rosy cheeks and tinted red lips. They were witchlings, once real witchers who decided to go against their parents. Nadia and Meg allowed the holy fire to burn them turning them into witchings. Witchlings were a type of nephilim hybrid, they couldn't be born, only created. Like Nephilim they could control an element or something else entirely. Meg had the ability to control electricity, any kind. Nadia on the other had a passive ability of commuting with animals. Anyone could tell that Meg and Nadia were sisters.
Unlike Celeste and her half sister Nyla who were different, as oil and water. They were halflings. Their father was a human male who had married twice with two different human halflings. It didn't dilute their nephilim blood. Celeste's mother was a white french nephilim from Louisiana. Her father was from Kenya, they married young at the age of 19, Celeste was born a year after only for her parents to separate. Celeste was a tall bircal woman with white hair and brown eyes. High cheeks bone with a sharp jaw. Brows that barely had any arch with thick lashes. Celeste hair had turned white over the torture, she had once had bouncy black curls only to have flat white hair after the torture. Though she wasn't the only one. Ami had loose ringlet curls throughout her hair but the mistreatment and sleeping on the floor had damaged her hair so bad she lost her curls. Now they only formed at the ends of her hair.
