The Best Kept Secret
May 13, 2015 10:49PM
Gazing upon the parchment on his desk, his Dragon Scythe standing erect upon his right. His fingers entwine round the adornment resting on his neck. Glancing quickly his black feathered companion whisked in to flight relaying his Master's message.....
She stands there feeling her babies as she hears the wretched wings flapping piercing through the gentle breeze. Piercing through the serenity of her special garden, she begins to mumble inaudibly. this wretched creature lands upon her left shoulder, instantly she glares to his fowl thing praying that her gaze would have actual daggers coming from her rimy glare upon it she utters," What is it?" The Raven turns her beak towards Kyrie's ear, relaying the message of their beloved master, hearing the message her eyes widen her grasp loosens the feet for the babies she runs towards his Chambers.
Sitting still twirling the chain round, as his beloved warrior angel storms in-her pace slows as she slides kneeling stopping right at his right greaves she looks to him speaking in a concerned voice,"M'Lord this cannot be it must be a farce; No man, woman, or child survived you told me yourself, This cannot be real....you cannot leave now you are no longer apart of this war!" Without a glance towards her his hand leaves his chain reaching down caressing her long sun-drenched locks turning towards her, gazing lovingly into her icy eyes his words strained,"My darling doll, for you do not know of the full story, for there was one young-ling that I spared, he was old enough to remember but young enough to be harmless but as all creatures they grow, and grow he did abhorring the memories and pain of that day; when my rage consumed me completely. He grew with his resolve of avenging those he had loved and known. And now it is time for your Impy to face his demons of his past.....Now my dearest Valkyrie, you shall be bestowed these gifts -placing a parchment as well as a key into her hands- You are now my protector of my beloved Nevar and all of its inhabitants." Kissing her brow softly, she looks upon her Master her love, his eyes weary with bloodstained tears, Her resolve grows as her eyes turn from icy blue to the blackest emptiness her wings form from a silver/lavender mist as she accepts her beloved Master's choice consumed with rage but keeping her calm she lays her head upon his armor clad knee as her wings encase them in a white light filled with a love everlasting, she holds him in a bittersweet silence as he strokes her long strands tears welling up into her emptiness as the door wisps closed without a sound.....
Blackened tears start falling from her eyes for she can only show her woe in from of Him;managing to gaze upon her beloved Master, friend, lover, confidant, she utters her love for him in a feint voice. Nodding as he gazes upon her beauty in acknowledgement, knowing his words would only cause more sorrow, he just stares showing His unrelenting affections for his Kyrie. As her wings dissipate into the veil she clings tightly to her Master's armor-clad knee praying inaudibly to the All-Father for His safe return, glancing to the window to see the Sun fade into the Horizon feeling Impaler's movements she slowly stands with him. He reaches gently placing a hand to her chin lifting turning to face him. Eyes locking into an entrancing gaze He approaches her slithering his free arm around her grasping her tightly around her thin frame. Music begins to fill the chambers as they begin the final dance of their one soul, twirling round as the Stars encompass them and the room's entirety, He leans into her feeling her breath upon his lips so close that not even the Northern Wind could escape.... A kiss begins one that would end all memory of throughout Time Kyrie's arms couple round his neck her garbs loosened and falling to the floor from a simple touch of his hand. Falling softly into a bed of Roses without the thorns within His chamber.....
Lips engrossed within one another as the flames of their passions grow,. lifting her into his arms as the kiss continues walking them to the bed of his heart. Falling into the down feather and silken sheets, hovering over her as if to memorize her beauty. Kyrie sensing that this will forever be the last she will see her beloved, Impy she tries to speak as he stops her voice with a kiss that stops time. Heated passions flows throughout the realm of their reality as her Master grasping and enters her. Her emotions start to reach their peak; feeling everything about him, Her head turns away to hide the agony from her Master's mission and the true reasoning Gazing to the emptiness of the Night. Her soul begins to burn at the sight of His fucking Raven, consumed by her own rage and hatred she lunges atop Impaler off her as her eyes transform into the color of her Starr. Glaring at him with her glowing golden orbs nails extending into talons ripping into his flesh down to the bone. hearing his cries of agony,leaning within a fairy's breath apart she whispers faintly; Is this where your soul burns my love?" Thrusting away and off him she darts to the window turning again to face her benefactor of her broken soul, clutching the wretched Raven by the throat as if it was her play toy Impaler's eyes aglow with an icy fire as he leans upward glaring to his once beautiful Kyrie in confusion....growling lowly but remaining speechless Kyrie smirks maniacally. Snickering at His short-lived satisfaction, her garbs magically cover her completely Smirking at the wretched bird the one that carries her soul for there is no redemption for His one and only truest love his Raven...throwing it to the castle grounds not before breaking it's wings. Snarling as she turns from the veil consumed opening to face this bastard of a man , she utters" Now go chase your ghost, but know this....when you claimed me as your pet, you also conceived an Heir to your beloved Nevar; for you are not the only one that can keep secrets my darling Master. For I have kept mine for 7 years!" Looking to his Kyrie with awe and distress. "Kyrie, what on earth are you talking about, Heir? what is this nonsense! I demand to know!" Sneering she explains, My darling Master when you claimed me that night in the caves, The night that I became yours?, well that is the same night the conception of our son took place, you bathed me by the falls of the stalactites our bodies became one for the first time by the light of Lady Luna . within the warmed springs of the Caves of Nevar...it was that night. Blessed with the birth to our son in the midst of the clearing in the deep forests of Thorn Trinity with the help of my entrusted Tune and your former lover FatesRogue. Did you honestly not think it strange that your most trusted ally left her home and left you?" Master you are daft sometimes but the realism of the severity of it was this bad. Your child is alive and well and strong but where will remain unknown to you. Just know that you do have a son. A son that has your vexatious rationale that prides me with my strength and willpower not to run after ghosts, while possessing your infinite patience.
Kyrie pounces upon the window sill glaring into the night, leering at the broken Raven....HIS Raven.....his bane of life that he is to bird-brained to see how she has destroyed him. gaining the sight of this blackened mass scuttling across the ground squawking in agony. Kyrie leers at her Impaler, "If you survive this foolish mission of a doomed love, then know that your son Geralt will take care of OUR legacy" She leaps from the window down to the squawking squab in full form of Star-Shadow sweeping up the squab into her maw breaking it's neck snarling, growling walking to the Eternal flame of her Masters throwing in the lifeless corpse into the flames. Changing back into her innocence she senses a lurking within the shadows, lightly grasping her only love and protection; her blade the presence walks into the light of the flames. She glares with tear filled eyes to her Cory wrapping his arm around her shoulder as he begins to chant at the flames. Impaler runs to the window of his chamber screaming in horror and rage for he knew why Kyrie loathed the squab, Kyrie knew why he cherished that bird so much, His Warrior, knew that the bird carried the soul of her....Impaler's one true love..
Impaler wondered who this man was that was holding his princess, and what he was chanting, for he could not hear anything but he could see everything. To his bewilderment he gazes upon them at the sacred fire... To his surprise he sees a boy coming from the shadows, the boy could be no more than 8 years old.....The boy grabs Kyrie's hand watching the fire, leaning upon her upper thigh, she kneels down to him this white haired child grasping him within her arms clutching him tightly, as tight as a mother would cling to her own child. This child clinging to Kyrie as if he hasn't seen her in years a bittersweet reunion. leaning his head upon her shoulder as the man Cory starts to make the fire dwindle holding Kyrie's hand tightly the child looks upon the window staring directly at Impaler