Busted Knee caps.

Do Re Mi.

Hundreds of strangers speak of this place. Only few can make this place. It isn't the beginning nor ending. All it would ever be is a place of retreat. Some, as in many, use it to see their wildest dreams come true. Others use it to collect their thoughts. Little lose control of it.

Yes, it is yet the very many qualities of differences between devils and gods. Like other's who sink too deep into this place of nothing can't see what is true. Right now, hers was plain. This was usually the set up before a single thought. Gray eyes opened up to the area. What was nothing, had a color of what thousands can't imagine. Each little light carried a breath. Some are light, some are dark. Each showing a different kind of passion to be seen. This time, however, the cloud carried by the sculptor, overshadowed the prayers.

You can't keep doing this.

You can't stay here. There's life there, your life. You need to step up. Even if we stayed here forever. You're already getting sick of yourselves.

“You shouldn't be talking.” You've lost control, “I'm not ready.” you'll never be. We are the new. There's life there. I know we can feel them.

“I'm not ready.” And I’ve told you, you'll never be.

It's time to wake up, Etihw.

Air filled her lungs. Fully awake, yet not a single lid open from her mind. It was like when you press a key on a piano. Nothing, makes from the inner strings of the notes you once heard from the other room. It’s wilted now. It’s petals fell to the ground, sinking into the next skip. You at least, know what are there, but every time you push onto the single white instrument, it doesn't answer back. Now what? What fixes a melody, that no one knows the tune to? Do you keep sitting there, playing the same cord, once, and maybe twice, praying for something to sing?

The room is dark. Magic already sank away from the walls. Some candles, lit a small light around. There are rooms upon rooms, some she doesn't remember being in ever since she first created this place. Little pictures of memorial, of the ludicrous things the two did, are imprinted by the walls. Tributes to warriors, friends, near children on others. Only lit by the small flame in her hand. Well, by this point the small figure, only standing by a measly 5’4 never wanted to revisit this side of time. Why would you have wish to remembered such a dark area of life? Hoping to have forgotten of who she was once, who they were. Young rulers make stupid mistakes. Yet the towers that stood untouched by the flames held the building high. Not a need for the memories of a forgotten truth to rise up. That may break the dam the two worked so hard to protect. This point, it was hard to see where the damn thing could be.

To the right was a shelf, of rotted books. Most ink had fadded to a near unrecognizable patch of gibberish. There was a loft on top of that. Witch carried a small study. The desk, had it's wood starting to pull up. Dried ink, with a quill stuck into the side of the bottle. The bristles on the feather, fell down. As it started to collect in a small pile. Besides that, was a paper. She walked close to the small chair. Sitting down at the chair brought her a bit of deja’ vu.

Long ago, the two were in this same room. The formally presumed black beast, sat in this exact chair.  Still quiet as always. Candles were more common, since Eti didn't know how to use her powers in the most effective way. The sun was high, yet the devil refused to open the wood curtains. Now there was a wall there, to a newer room. It was his first night of his return. Maybe it was his second? Somewhere, near the time, he became different. She herself, came into the room, after a few pats on the door. This led to a bit of an uncomfortable stare down. No matter what she couldn’t see him with the strange haircut anymore. Something, she said, now lost in the sea of what next to come. The only thing that she could was remembered was from him.

“I’m sorry.” somehow the ending of still a shiny stone. Maybe that’s when she realized he was who he said he was. Then, she walked out of the room, both in thought, and in memory. Right then, she stood in the middle of the hall. What did she think of, when she came back to her own quarters that night? It felt important, yet it was gone. Another deep breath in, until it was lead out. The racing of her posture. How did she think? Was it even in her ti be so cowardly?

Of course.

“I thought you were dead.” Huh, that voice, did ring a bell. Opening her eyes, she looked up. At once, she saw the red stains of his suit. Sharing the resemblance of his brother. Such a sower few, always kept a scowl on their face. Well, Etihw wasn’t one to speak of such thing at the moment. Way back he did have both of his eyes, didn’t he?

“One could only wish.” she placed a bittersweet smile to her cheeks, “I thought you were captured.” Watching how his expression refused to change. Not even a small smirk? Blood is thicker than water. How did he survive? The fall may have bruised the male, but he didn’t seem too affected by it. They both knew he wouldn’t let a few crooks take him down. This was a man who was a captain of fleets. The pure man power of the angle alone, brought fear into many alone? Most, haven’t seen him even that angry yet.

“I was.” Cold, least it wasn’t the type of snowfield she heard before. Another tune of that would cause a hissy fit. Hissy fits are never pretty no matter how hard to look at it. Along with that, cold was cold. No matter what glass you picked up.

“You're still hurt aren’t you?” she began to move closer, “Let me heal you my, friend.”

“We buried him you know. We were going to bury you next to him.” Ethiw stopped. Blankly staring at the gray haired male. Now, he was glaring, not at something fair in his head, he was glaring at her. Moving back a bit when she took those steps.

“Of course,” why wouldn’t they? This had to be- why would she say that? Her heart pulled back from the statement.

“Where. Were. You.” This time he demanded it, speaking each word as clearly as the last. Slowly, and calmly.

“I-”

“You're underlings still need you,” He interrupted, “Not all of them are like us angles, at least now they aren't.” Maybe there wasn’t a good enough answer for him. Infact, he was down right fumid.

Well, maybe this world wasn’t so empty after all.