Busted Knee caps.

Familiar territory.

Editor; Aquavenn

"Wodahs, what are you doing up so early?" She asked, half hidden in the tent. Her gray eyes scowling just for a minute, before relaxing to the sunrise.

"I can ask you the same thing, lady Etihw." The Angel turned to her. Really, he was the only one that gave her back talk. Mostly because he wasn't as afraid of her, as most were. Still, this didn't mean it didn't surprise her. How easily she could smite him down, with the near thought. Yet, she never could. You really can't have enough friends these days.

Her fingers drifted to the sides of her gown. Lifting it up just above her toes, in order for her to walk closer. Her breath paused. All the while, the little gray angel watched.

"We won, you know?" Her words sprang out like clouded pepper. As she stood next to the sitting silhouette.

"Did we now?" Was the answer she got. They did. She and him both faught hard, along many. Now, it's over. That black monster was in his prison. Many of her people, and his own lost their lives from the conclusion. So maybe that's what he was mentioning. Yet, that was expected from the smell of war.

Well, that monster was his brother. That was always hard to think about, even for her. Yet the similarities had to be off putting. The world did feel diffrent. Maybe it was the sense of collectiveness? No more fighting, no more staying up late, no more innocent blood shed. She did feel that feeling, yet there was something more. This she couldn't put her finger on it.

"Kcalb."
...

The sun glisten between the openings on the walls. That little bit of light, glued to the white god. Making her open her eyes slowly. Having the soft sight of the parallel wall, ontop of the stairs. Her body trembled from the cold, still damp, from the rain. Her back ached from every movement. Probably because she was sleeping like that. Now, those eyes of hers looked down to her hand. Still griping onto the closest thing, that was truly his.

It was all foggy. She couldn't tell if it was her lack of thought, or the lingering smog. If it was even there, was somthing else she thought of. Etihw picked her self up. Letting her weight lean on her hand, that was holding onto the wall.

The body of her felt murky. Only really knowing deep down what she had to do today. If today would ever seem to end. For how ever amount of time she knew, she spent more of her time denying it.

At once, she moved up the stairs. Steadily taking another one after another. Hence she couldn't bring herself to float. The world felt heavy. Pushing down on her shoulders, the higher up she got. Once to the top, she looked at the big door, this would have been where they would have had dinner, yesterday. Wodahs was going to make curry, and that stupid chocolate pudding, Kcalb kept mumbling about under his breath. Oh what she would give, to hear him shout, or whisper. Did she even get to tell him? Kcalb had to know.

Pressing a hand on the giant object, she gave a slight push. Peeking her head out, she watched the once pretty, delicate table and chairs sit there. Now, one of the stools laid on the marble plateau. The table, thankfully, was still standing. Yet a giant gash in the roof was obvious. That opening some what replaced the lights from the platfond. Their nose crinckled, from the burnt sight. Then, she took her head away from the room. Letting the doors shut once more.

Turning to her right, she walked up to the door. It was smooth to the touch. Only indenting from the craved out gray. Bringing her fist up to the door, she knocked.

Thump.
Thump.
Etihw didn't know what she was expecting. The sound made it clear that the room was bare. Yet, she could have hoped. She looked at the door blankly.

Thump.
Thump.
"Please, open the door Kcalb," her body leaned on the fixture, "please." She only began to knock more and more. Pounding the door, in a desperate futile attempt. It gradually eased up. Simply because her hand was red from hitting it. Surprisingly, she didn't break it. The face of hers leaned aganist the door. Listening in, for anything, any sign of another living being. At any other moment she would have never resorted to this. However this was different story. Especially after the promise she made to him, centuries ago.

Another moment passed before she took herself off the door. Then she slid it open. It was neat, well kept, and near shiny. The only thing that was misplaced, out of all of this, was a single candy wrapper on the vanity.

It brought a small smile to her cheeks. Near a smirk, yet it was a bit softer than that. The image was pure in her mind. Watching him, sneak towards the pantry, in the middle of the night. It was a wonder how he didn't get any cavities. Every time she pointed it out his face used to turn bright pink. If she didn't catch him, she always knew from the bags under his eyes.

When she finally came back to her senses, she looked at the coffin. Why did he choose to sleep in that? Her body walked up to the perfectly made casket just for the devil's body. The top, had a diamond design placed right in the middle. Opening it up, she found a perfectly tucked in blanket. With a simple pillow at the head of the odd bed.

This made her eyes become half closed. When the poor soul placed it's self into the area. The pillows where soft, and cozy. A scent of the male, made her body weap. Now, she was sitting up in the bed. Watching the small cat alarm clock, tic.

"You can't just leave me."