• Isis had always been a reject at school; everyone just seemed to cringe away from her. She decided that she wasn’t going to make any friends so she created a protective shell around herself. She felt a connection between herself and a new kid, Dante. He, like her, had weird eyes. Not that anyone noticed but he had red eyes, which were frequently staring at her.

    Dante had been a reject since he walked through the front doors of the school. It didn’t seem like he cared but still nothing was wrong with him.

    Isis was sure that their schedule was almost identical. The only thing they didn’t have together was gym. She was disappointed about that, she had heard that he was really good. A couple of times gym teachers begged him to join track but he refused.

    “Isis!” said Mr. Kotland, the math teacher. “I understand it is only the first week of school but please try to focus.”

    “Sorry, I was never good at math,” said Isis.

    “Well, ask for help when you need it,” he said much kinder than before.

    Isis nodded, she tried focusing on her math but her eyes wandered to Dante, who sat next to her. They sat in the back, the back was where all the Goths sat, which was why they sat back there.

    Isis with her shocking blue eyes, white and black clothes was the perfect Goth. Dante with his dark red eyes, shoulder-length black hair and black clothes also was a perfect Goth. Jessica was also in he row. She had black curly hair with white and red highlights, she always had her hair in a ponytail, black shirt with a red and black tie, she was also a perfect Goth. The next row up was the rejects, well the non-Goth rejects. Who were more normal than Goths.

    The second row was all the under achievers, the kids that don’t care about grades and are proud of an F. The first row was full of over achievers, they viewed the back as if it was the pit of hell.

    Isis again tried to focus on math.

    3x- (2 + y) 5y

    What the heck was she supposed to do with that? So she put down the first numbers that came to her head. She was halfway done when the bell rang. She quickly gathered her stuff and went to English. She sat and wrote abit of another poem all Raylo’s are good at poetry at least that’s what her foster mom said.

    “Today we will be working in partners,” said the English teacher, Mrs.Monka. “Pick your partner.”
    Everyone rushed to find there friends. Isis, Dante, Jessica, and Melissa stayed in their seats. Jessica and Melissa were always partners.
    “Isis and Dante, I guess you two will have to be partners.”
    Isis nodded, Dante blinked.
    “We are going to make posters showing something about you.” Said Mrs. Monka “By poster I mean a regular piece of paper, but you decorate it yourselves.”
    The pink twins, as they were called, giggled looking excited.
    “I have markers and colored pencils you can use. Come up and get a paper and get started.”
    When Dante went to go get papers, Isis pulled out all her markers. There was black, red, purple, and dark green markers.
    “Awesome markers,” said Dante “Those girls need a mental institution.” Gesturing to the pink twins.
    Isis couldn’t respond. It was the first time she had heard his voice. It was like milk chocolate, smooth and creamy. Finally, she replied “Thanks” she said
    He blinked he response.
    “So,” he said, “Got another black marker?” Isis had taken the black marker.
    “Just a sec. Here.” she had finished with the black marker.
    “Done” said Isis. Her paper was completely black.
    “I don’t think that would work.” Said Dante.
    “Rite.” Isis took the red marker, pinched the tip and squirted the ink over the black paper. Then took whiteout and did a streak across the top and bottom.
    “There.” She said when she finished.
    The teacher, who was standing behind her, asked “No words?”
    “No. This shows me much better.”
    “Okay, that will do.” Mrs. Monka picked it up by the corner and put it on her desk.
    “You can’t copy me.” Said Isis
    “Why would I copy that?” Dante asked “Way to much white. I like black better.”
    “Okay,” said Isis throwing her hair over her shoulder to make a point.
    Dante picked up the red marker and made dots all over his partly black paper. Then in the white rectangle at the top of the paper he wrote:
    I cry tears of blood
    Because of the unknown
    Wonders of the world
    “That’s really good.” Said Isis and looked at the beautiful paper. He wrote the poem in her dark purple marker. Another thing she noticed his writing was better than hers, not many guys have better writing than girls.
    “Thank you.” Said Mrs. Monka taking the paper and also putting it on her desk.
    Isis pulled out her notebook of poems and stories, and started writing her latest story called, ‘If the Angels Only Knew’. A few minutes later the bell rang, fifth day of school and already a half-day. Dante and Isis walked to History together, they sat across the back on opposite sides of the room.
    “We’re going to take notes today.” Said the History teacher, Mrs. Gale said once the bell rang.
    She spoke true, they took notes right up to the bell.
    Again Isis and Dante walked together to Science, where Isis and Dante had been partners for awhile. When they got to the classroom they got started on their project. They had started the project the first day of school.
    “Hand me the glue.” Said Dante in the same milk chocolate voice he used before. She handed him the glue, he had been doing all the work and would not except help at all. So she sat back and let him do everything.
    “Clean up.” Said Mrs. Fuke, the Science teacher, only a few minutes later. Isis put the glue away and scissors. Dante did the rest.
    Dante and Isis walked to lunch together and sat together, saying nothing.
    They went back to the Science classroom and worked for about ten more minutes and cleaned up again. They walked together to choir. Isis was so close to Dante it felt like they were holding hands. When she looked down she was shocked to see they were. It was comfortable, not weird not all, which was kind of weird.
    “Today, we are going to practice Opus songs.” Said Mr. Weinreich, the choir teacher. “Would anyone like to audition?”
    Many students raised their hands including Isis and Dante.
    “Good.” Said Mr. Weinreich after he had counted everyone. “Sopranos get with a lower voice part.”
    Isis and Dante paired, they always had every time. There were no other Goths in choir.
    “There are two songs to chose from,” said Mr. Weinreich “‘Go Down, Moses’ or ‘Wind’. Decide what song you want to do.”
    Isis and Dante looked at each other. “‘Go Down, Moses’.” Said Dante knowing. Go Down, Moses is a spiritual song. It tells the story of Moses, leading the Israelites out of Egypt.
    “There are enough practice rooms for everybody. Go!”

    Everyone rushed for the back practice rooms so they could fool around and not practice their music. Isis and Dante slowly made their way to the front practice rooms.
    'I already know this song backwards.' Said Isis as she shut the door.
    'Me too.' Said Dante, walking over to the piano he picked up a song. 'Let's try this song.' Suggested Dante handing her the music.
    'Bist Du Bei Mir?' Questioned Isis, then shrugged. Dante played the piano for the first nine measures then Isis came in. Her voice was silky soft, flowing to the words perfectly, and they were in German. Isis could reach the highest and lowest notes without strain at all.
    Mr.Weinreich had come in to check that they were practicing and was shocked when he heard Isis sing, he stood there listening to the beautiful harmony between her voice and the piano. A few seconds later the song ended and Dante, who had just noticed Mr. Weinreich, nodded in the teachers direction.
    'That was perfect!' He exclaimed, still shocked. 'That is the hardest highschool piece that I could find, and you just did that for the first time?!'
    Isis and Dante slowly nodded.
    'Can you sing that for the highschool choir. Maybe by hearing you do it so easily, they will want to try and beat you, sound better than you.' He said, still wondering how they had done it so easily. 'What teacher do you have next period?'
    'Locke'
    'Davy'
    'I'll go write you notes to give to your teachers so you can go to the highschool.' He rushed out the door.
    'It wasn't that good was it?' Asked Isis looking to Dante.
    'Better than you think.' Dante pulled her toward him and leaned in, their lips met, refusing to part. Finally, they pulled away; Dante looked like he was going to say, 'This is wrong.' Instead he just smiled and said, 'Come on, it takes awhile to get to the highschool.'

    'Can you come over tomorrow?' Asked Dante as they got on the bus. 'Mei and I want to show you something.'
    'Sure.' Said Isis curious to what it was.
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End Chapter~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Isis couldn’t focus at the next day. She kept trying to figure out what Dante and Mei wanted to show her, with very little success.
    ‘Isis!’ Said Dante trying to get her attention. It worked, Dante never called Isis by her first name before.
    ‘What?’ Asked Isis a little confused.
    ‘The bell rang. You coming over or what?’ Asked Dante
    ‘Yes!’ Said Isis as she jumped up from her stool.
    ‘So what do you and Mei want to show me?’ Asked Isis as they got on the bus.
    ‘We’ll show you soon.’ Said Dante searching for Mei. As soon as she got on the bus Dante rushed to her, whispered something in her ear, and jumped off the bus.
    ‘Umm, Dante had to go and get something.’ Said Mei as she sat down next to Isis, feeling uncomfortable.
    ‘So he’s still coming?’ Asked Isis a little uncomfortable herself.
    ‘Yeah, he’s just not going to be riding the bus. But he’s still coming.’
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Dante POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    Dante jumped off the bus and ran toward the school. Rushed down the empty halls, and stopped as soon as he saw her. The new girl, Ember. She had a necklace displaying the symbol Obobo had sent him.
    ‘What do you want with Isis?’ Asked Dante in a demanding but calm voice.
    ‘What are you talking about?’ Asked the girl with fiery red hair in a falsely innocent voice. She looked him up and down trying to find out what clan he was from.
    ‘You know what I’m talking about.’ He hissed with venom in his voice, as he pulled out his own necklace. It had the symbol of the Blessed Demons, it was a whale tale, but no one knew why that was.
    Ember sighed ‘We are not hunting her.’ She said slowly walking around Dante. ‘All we want is her power.’ Before he could respond she disappeared.
    Dante turned and started to walk home.

    The doorbell rang; Mei rushed to answer it.
    ‘Have you told her yet?’ Asked Dante as soon as the door opened
    ‘Yeah,’ Said Mei sadly. ‘I had to change in front of her. She ran away.’
    ‘It’s okay, she just needs sometime to grasp what she is apart of.’ Said Dante hoping that was true.


    Isis wondered around for a bit wondering if she was dreaming. She sat down on the curb and looked up at the half moon. It seemed to be glowing brighter tonight. Behind her the swings squeaked, the wind gently blowing them back and forth. There was a sudden gust of wind; a dark figure came out of the abandoned shed behind her. The persons hair glowed a fiery red as clouds covered the moon slightly. Above her the street flickered and went out. As the figure came under the street light Isis felt as she should be nowhere near what or whoever that was. The figure got closer still almost hovering above her, Isis felt a great warmth rush to her left hand, and stay there.
    ‘What do you want?’ Asked Isis nervous and confused about the warmth.
    ‘I need a prochecychild, like yourself.’ The light above the girl came on just then she had white highlights in her hair.
    ‘I’m not a prochecychild.’ Said Isis guessing this had something to the world she just found exists.
    ‘What’s your name?’ Asked the girl not unkindly, but demanding.
    ‘Isis Raylo.’
    ‘You are the one I seek then, Isis Raylo give me your power.’
    ‘No!’ Exclaimed Isis standing up and backing away from the girl. ‘Why should I trust you?’
    ‘Dante and Mei just told you and now I have come to take it until you can control it.’
    As if someone would hear her she called for help in her mind, anybody who might be a mind reader would be able to hear.
    ‘Stop!’ Shouted the girl clutching her in pain.
    ‘I’m not doing anything.’ Said Isis she was trying to call for help in her mind, now she was doomed.
    The girl approached again with a crazed look on her face. The girl lunged; Isis threw her hands up to protect herself. A terrible shriek filled the midnight air, birds flew from trees and the girl disappeared.
    Dante stood there amazed he had no idea that she had that much power. Secondly, Isis would most likely not want anything to do with their world or him.
    ‘Dante!’ She gasped and ran into his arms crying. He ran his fingers through her soft hair; he felt her power retreating to her heart where it would stay until again needed.
    ‘It’s okay. I don’t you or your world.’ Said Isis through her tears.
    ‘Good,’ He said relieved, ‘Because it’s your world too.’ Isis giggled quietly.
    ‘Yeah,’ Isis sighed, ‘Mei told me.’
    Isis looked up into Dante’s eyes and saw tiny specks of blue in them, something normal human eyes wouldn’t have. Isis leaned forward and kissed him, it felt like he started to pull away then soon stopped trying.
    ‘Dante!’ Said a velvety voice behind him. A man with light brown hair had just appeared in the middle of the street.
    ‘You were supposed to bring her to the king two hours ago! He’s getting very impatient!’
    ‘King Ovan,’ He said hissing the name with venom, ‘Can find someone his own age.’
    ‘The king needs to protect her power.’ He lunged, twisting the ring on his finger and grabbing both Isis and Dante. There was a bright blinding light, when it dimmed Isis saw they were going through some sort of vortex.
    The vortex took them to an old house, Isis slowly got up and walked to the window, outside there was a castle right on the horizon. Isis spun around to ask Dante what just happened, the both of them were unconscious. She wondered if this was part of her powers, if so could she also wake up Dante but not the other man? No harm in trying, hopefully.
    Dante! Wake up! I don’t know where I am! Please wake up! You can’t leave me in this world! Not now!
    Isis stopped trying, it exhausted her. She went back to the window and sat down; hoping that Dante would wake up soon.
    About ten minutes later she heard movement behind her; she stood up and spun around. It wasn’t Dante who had gotten up, it was the man.
    ‘Who are you?’ Asked Isis not unkindly.
    ‘Obobo, servant of King Ovan, at your service.’ Said Obobo as if he were addressing royalty.
    ‘Why did you take us here?’ Asked Isis very confused now.
    ‘Us?’ Questioned Obobo looking around. ‘Damn! I meant to push him out of the way.’ He looked at Isis and smiled. ‘We should get going the king waits.’
    ‘Why am I going to the king?’ Asked Isis slowly backing to the door.
    ‘Well, because he’s been planning his wedding for a long time now, and it would be rude not to join him. You are the most powerful person in this world.’ He said smiling slightly.
    ‘What about Dante?’ Asked Isis assuming she had no way to escape, Obobo was pretty strong.
    ‘He will also be joining us but, he is weaker than you and me, he will not wake for an kelt more.’ He gestured toward the window, ‘As you can see the castle is a long way away, and the kings wedding is less than half kelt from now.’
    ‘Kelt?’ Questioned Isis
    ‘Right, it means an … hour.’ He said not pronouncing the word correct.
    ‘I’m not afraid to be rude, I’m staying with Dante.’ She said as bravely as she could.
    ‘So sad.’ He said in a mocking voice, he twisting the ring again, a pouch appeared in his hand. He backed her into a corner and put some of the contents on her head. She dropped to the floor unconscious.
    ‘Yes, sad.’ This time he actually meant it, he picked her up, went outside and put her in the carriage.
    ‘To the castle. Give her to the maids to be dressed. The guards will give you a gold tainted silver pence if you hurry.’ The man nodded and the carriage rushed away.
    Obobo went back into the house and found two guards there.
    ‘We will have to take this kings boy back to the castle to give him a truth potion, and…’ One of the guards took something out of his pocket. ‘This is for you.’ It was a gold tainted silver pence.
    ‘Why?’ Asked Obobo looking at it with awe.
    ‘Just remember that one day back in year 1456. You know the one with diamond sword.’ The guards smiled and left dragging Dante with them. Before they went one guard put vuloi powder on him. Vuloi powder makes you remember the worst memory you have, the worst part, it actually takes you back to that day, unable to do anything.
    You have been invited to a blessing by the king himself.
    He will expect you to be at the castle on the following date
    Buei 23 1456 at 12:89 Sharp
    Thank you
    Printer Vana

    Obobo looked up and smiled. The villagers must be lying taking him for a fool. Now that he thought of it he had it pretty good here, nice house a perfect wife and what he wanted the most, his own baby boy.
    ‘Yaie, come look at this the king has summoned us for a blessing!’ Exclaimed Obobo to his wife.
    ‘For us, or Yabo?’ Asked Yaie looking at the invitation.
    ‘Yabo! Maybe the villagers are lying, Ovan doesn’t seem so bad.’ He said looking at his son asleep in his bed.
    ‘Nah, Wigah would never lie to me! I am her mother!’ She said looking at her husband with annoyance.
    ‘She is 12 years of age. She no longer lives with us. She must be jealous she never gotten personally blessed by the king.’
    ‘Obobo! How dare you, you know she the one who banished jealousy from the kingdom. She is the king’s assistant. She would know these things.’
    ‘I still say she’s jealous but still whatever you say.’ He looked at the calendar on the wall. ‘It’s tomorrow, the blessing is.’
    ‘You will not be going! Promise me.’ She demanded.
    ‘Fine, I promise.’ He said disappointed.
    ‘Good, now keep packing we have to be gone by Cied.’ She said and went back to her room.
    ‘Yabo, do you want to be blessed?’ asked Obobo to his sleeping son. The sleeping child lay still. Then in a whisper that he himself could barley hear he said, ‘I’ll take that as a yes.’

    The next day Obobo said to his wife that he wasn’t feeling well, so that he could stay asleep the whole day. When he woke Yaie was beside him holding his hand, this was bad. Yaie was a reader, by holding someone’s hand she could tell what he or she were thinking.
    ‘You really want Yabo to be blessed even if it means death, don’t you?’ she asked silently stroking his hand.
    ‘Yes.’ He said quietly, ‘But how could a blessing mean death?’
    ‘Well, I heard from Wigah today----’ Obobo jumped up from his bed and went to Yabo’s bed. He gently picked him up and wrapped him in a blanket.
    ‘Wigah.’ He said quietly but angry, ‘Why are you so obsessed with Wigah? What has she done for us? I need a son to carry on our family name not be one of those pathetic families losing them or never having them.’ He said walking out the door.
    Luckily they had enough money to have their own carriage. He jumped in and gently put Yabo in his seat, then he whipped the horses. He was on his way to the castle.
    Finally getting there, he slowed the horses at the gate, gave the guards his invitation, they motioned him in the right direction smiling oddly. Obobo stopped the horses, jumped out and got Yabo out of his seat. He walked in the small castle doors amazed; he had never been in the castle before. One of the guards guided him to the throne room; the doors of the throne room were much bigger than that of the outside ones.
    There were two more guards in the throne room who silently took Yabo from Obobo and carried him up to the marble table. This pleased Obobo, marble helped cure Blessed Demons. The two other guards behind him suddenly cuffed him, Obobo tried to fight back but couldn’t. King Ovan was sitting at his throne watching all this take place.
    ‘Please, do not fight. This is a part of every blessing.’ said the king calmly.
    The guards set Yabo down on the marble table gently and backed out of the room with a look of dread on their faces.
    ‘Dear Obobo, your son Yabo,’ the king smirked looking at the child, oh how he hated them. ‘Has been sentenced for a blessing, right at this moment, as you know. But, word has been traveling around that you and your wife were trying to betray me and my kingdom. Is that correct, Obobo?’ he asked already knowing the answer.
    ‘No Majesty! I would never dream of betraying you.’ Answered Obobo regretting not listening to Yaie.
    ‘You do know Monka don’t you?’ asked the king gesturing for a girl with black hair to come from the shadows. ‘She is my prochecychild as of now, soon a new prochecychild will be born even greater than this one.’ Said the king as if she was just a stupid possession.
    Monka bowed her head in shame so it seemed, beneath her breath so the king couldn’t her, ‘We’ll see about that so called Blessed Demon.’ She hissed, for she herself was a Demon Traveler the third greatest race in the universe the forth was humans, weak and stupid they were.
    ‘Anyway, Monka my dear what is about to happen here, so dear Obobo can know to?’ the king smirked in Obobo’s direction, and then returned his gaze to Monka.
    ‘I see the evil man pulling out his sword,’ started Monka in a shaky voice, ‘This sword is his favorite one, he has killed thousands with it. I see the sad one crying and begging for mercy, the evil one loves these heartwrenching cries, and he shows no mercy. The evil raising his sword above his head and…’ Monka got choked on her words and quickly opened her eyes. ‘I see no more! I see no more! Monka rather kill herself then see anymore!’ she screamed running out of the castle tears in her eyes.
    ‘Now, let’s make that worth it shall we? After all I just lost my prochecychild.’ The king drew his sword, just as the child had said, his favorite one, a diamond sword.
    ‘No! Please do not I will do anything!’ he screamed, for diamond was the only thing that could kill a Blessed Demon.
    ‘Really?’ asked the king in a mocking voice, ‘Let’s make sure you keep that promise.’ Said the king, and he raised his sword above his head and brought it down. Blue blood flew everywhere; there was a gaping gash in the baby who was as cold as winter. The evil one laughed unable to contain himself, he looked at the dead child on the table and saw what no one ever wanted to see. Obobo being unconscious did not see this; it was a silver blue light coming from directly above the cut, above the heart. The child had not been killed, just reborn in a different form, to different parents, possibly even to a different race and having a Damned Angel kill this child, it has powers.

    Dante awoke finding himself in a prison, worst part, he knew where he was. He had never wanted to come back here again; this was where he was born. His mother had been thrown in this prison soon after she had gotten pregnant, she was thrown in here because she was accused of helping two villagers, her parents, escape from the king’s rule. As far as he had heard, one of her parents was killed and her baby brother, soon after she gave birth to him, she had mysteriously disappeared, and the king took him in as his own. The king had told him all that he knew of it, his mother’s name was Wigah and his grandmother’s name was Yaie, that’s all he been told.
    ‘Hey, Vula! You still here?’ he shouted through the cell bars. A man about 15 years of age came to the bars.
    ‘What? And hows you knows me name?’ he asked, his grammar was still terrible.
    ‘Hey, Vula. It’s me, Dante.’ He said smiling slightly. Vula was his best friend since he was 1.
    ‘Dante? Really? I thoughts you being a king boy.’
    ‘Yeah, I am. I’m here by mistake do you think you could let me out?’ he asked hoping Vula was still gullible.
    ‘Yesh. You still getting yourselves into trouble? You one mighty special boy ant yah?’ he question getting out the keys to the cell.
    ‘Look here Dante. I trust yah and all but yous got to tell me, this new prochecychild here, yous got to introduce me later. Deal?’ he asked opening the cell door.
    ‘Sure as soon as I find her. See you later Vula.’ Dante shouted running down the hallway, he thought to himself, Hopefully.

    Isis slowly woke up, barely remembering what happened. When she finally was fully conscious she noticed that she was in a bedroom. She knew it was not hers for there was too much pink, she couldn’t find anything that wasn’t. She got up and wondered in front of the mirror, she was wearing a pink fuzzy gown with flowers all over it and lace at the collar! She wished she was wearing anything else at the moment, she looked around there was one door in the room, the door to the outside. She decided to just go back to bed, as she passed the mirror she closed her eyes not wanting to see her reflection again. Isis sat there for several moments; she could actually feel time go by ever so slowly. She was just about to fall asleep when the bedroom door open, she barely noticed it.
    ‘Myan checked through this. You can have it back.’ Said the girl throwing her small messager bag at her. Isis was bolted awake, the covers slid off of her.
    ‘Oh my Haely!’ obviously she didn’t believe in God. ‘What happened to your clothes!?’ Isis stood up, she wasn’t wearing the pink fuzzy gown anymore she had on one of the best outfits Isis had ever seen. The shirt, which was a short sleeved hoodie, was silver and black with fishnet sleeves, which were separate from the shirt. The pants were low rise black, and had two belts crisscrossing at the waist. The shoes were flat black and white tennis shoes with red laces.
    ‘It’s awesome!’ exclaimed Isis turning around to look at the back.
    ‘You didn’t like the gown?’ asked the girl sadly.
    ‘No either the room.’ She looked around, ‘In fact give me some paint so I can paint this room, kay?’ the girl walked out of the room with an angry expression, Isis shrugged it off. She went back to the bed and got out her story, which she’d been working on since last summer, the ideas just wouldn’t leave her alone.

    She wondered hopelessly for hours trying to find a way to get home. The Arctic was a violent place for a girl like her like her; a girl with incredible powers. She could turn fire into ice with just a thought wave, she has control of fire that will not melt ice, and she was proud of these powers, her parent, well not so much. Her parents had left her there in the Arctic, for they said, ‘If you really have these powers they will help you survive. We never loved you. We love only normal people. You are not.’ With that the helicopter they had come in lifted off and left her there to die. Her parents did not love because she wasn’t normal! Weren’t they in for a surprise! She had the power to curse people to, so she tested it one day, she cursed her family. She saw it all in her mind how they suffered, how they cried, it was all very amusing to her, for she could of blessed them, but no she has always made their life a living hell on earth. People were coming, she heard their war cries, were they still hunting her or something else now? The Arctic was a huge expanse of whiteness she couldn’t hide anywhere. So her solution, do not react to them, she had summoned herself clothes to keep her warm, she herself looked like a goddess. For even her hair and eyes were white, her skin was pale, and all her clothes were white, she would not be seen unless they ran her over. She walked, a polar bear covered in oil blocked her path, she reached from under her clock and took out a vial of healing potion a goddess had given her.
    ‘Oyi, deiys hyrt eil iho uidl ert?’ she asked in the hidden language. Spirit, dying hurts let me heal you? She had asked it. The bear replied.
    ‘Weyt yi ej yeeg, hty Oyiauy iop id tif grtisn urtidsf.’ Death do me near, try goddess yet do not strain yourself.
    The girl knelt down by the bear gently stroking its fur, she muttered just three words, more or less names, ‘Dante, obobo, yaie.’ The meaning of each of the words gave the bear, power from Obobo, hope from Yaie, and strength from Dante. The polar bear rose and checked itself up and down.
    ‘Goddess! You have cured me.’ He gasped in the hidden language.
    She answered in no more than a whisper, ‘I am no goddess, I am guided by one good and one evil one. I must act on what feels right. Goodbye Oyi, I remember in my good ones dreams, beware villagers come from north to search for dinner good luck.’ And with that she disappeared into the mist.
    Isis looked up not knowing how to continue. She soon found herself wondering around the large room asking herself why anyone would want to live here. Again she tried to write more of her story but no ideas came to her. Not doing anything was killing her so she decided to wonder out of the room. In the hall there were people walking in a hurried pace from room to room, some of the rooms were guarded and locked. Isis slowly came out of her room and walked down the hall. All though it had seemed packed while looking from her room, Isis actually felt very exposed. She wondered down the halls now and then stopping to peek in a room, usually finding it empty. Isis had been walking up and down hallways for a long time and beginning to relax a bit. Until someone called her name, she had come up with her excuse long before she even left the room. She turned expecting the girl who had came in her room, instead it was someone who looked remarkably similar to Dante.
    ‘Thank goodness I found you.’ He sounded nothing like him though. His voice had a little squeak to it even though it was rough and scratchy.
    ‘Hi, who are you?’ asked Isis unsure how it greet him.
    ‘Oh, sorry.’ He said straightening a little, ‘My name is Stotro. You are supposed to be preparing to meet the king now.’ He said and looked down at her clothes. He had light brown hair and eyes that were innocent and guilty at the same time. He was amazing; to her. He looked at her and smiled the sweetest smile she had ever seen.
    ‘Shall we go then?’ he asked. Isis was focused on watching his lips move and was mesmerized for a moment.
    ‘Yeah, sure’ she said coming out of her trance. He turned on the spot and started walking in the opposite direction. For a moment Isis just stood there and watched him then started after him sadly.

    Dante found it was very easy to stay out of sight, who really pays attention to a kings boy? He rushed down the halls of the jailing area not knowing where he was going; he had never been in the jailing area before. He came to a door heavy bolted and guarded by two men, of course this was the way out. He quickly thought of an excuse, they weren’t as gullible as Vula, but gullible, yes. He ran at them his arms behind him so it looked like he was still cuffed, invisible cuffs come in handy.
    ‘One of the prisoners attacked Vula!’ he exclaimed trying to make it sound as though he had never stopped running. ‘Hurry! He had broken glass their going to kill him!’ a look of terror was on his face as he imagined that happening. The guards looked at him in disbelief, then right on time shouts came from down the hall, not Vula’s hall but they didn’t know that, they rushed away barely paying attention to him. He brought his arms out from behind him and rushed though the door and looked around. He was no more than five miles away from the castle. He ran, thinking of no better thing to do he ran as fast as he could. He was exhausted once he got there it had taken him no more then forty-five minutes to get there. He couldn’t use the same excuse he did with the guards; but then again did anyone know about his arrest at all? He tried he walked up to the castle doors, they guards barely noticed him as he passed through the doors. He was shocked that the word of his arrest was still kept silent, he wondered why. He knew exactly where the king would be. Damned King Angel. He thought laughing to himself, the king thought he didn’t know. ‘Pitiful.’ He spat.

    ‘You look amazing!’ said Stotro looking at her. They had let her pick out the clothes because it shows someone’s personality. She had picked a black and silver shirt and a black skirt. The shirt was no sleeves, which Isis did not like to much. Her hair was pulled back and she had goth makeup on, black eye liner, black eye shadow, blood red lipstick, and black lip liner. Her shoes were just plain black high heels nothing fancy. She liked this look, she felt perfect.
    ‘You’ll be meeting the king in fifteen minutes, in the mean time let’s talk.’ Stotro suggested guiding her to a chair then pulling one up next to hers.
    ‘About what?’ asked Isis curiously.
    ‘Well, what do you know about your world? I mean, you’ve been living with humans for so long what’s it feel like to finally see your world?’ he asked her. Gosh his hair was beautiful.
    ‘Well I didn’t know this world even existed so it’s kind of surprising. But I was warned before I came here, a friend told me.’ She said, Stotro was listening to every detail.
    ‘Who told you?’ he asked shifting uncomfortably.
    ‘Someone named Mei.’
    ‘Interesting.’ His gaze shifted, ‘Do you have any questions about this world?’
    ‘Yeah, you said I had been living with humans for so long, if we’re not humans what are we?’
    ‘Well, I’ll just tell you the whole story. There are three known races in this world, they are us, Blessed Demons, then there’s Damned Angels and Demon Travelers. I think there is a legend or origin for each race, unfortunately I only know the Blessed Demon origin. You want to hear it? It’s not that long.’
    Isis nodded, ‘Sure.’
    Stotro got more comfortable and started. ‘A long time ago there was a couple that were married, their names were Samuel and Ireana. One day there was a diamond mound found it was pure diamond. That night before it was found God came to Samuel and Ireana telling them not to go anywhere near the diamond mine because something terrible was going to happen, he told them no more than that.’
    ‘The next day Samuel and Ireana were up early so they could go to the diamond mine, they did not listen to God’s warning. They got there and gathered all the diamonds they could carry and took them back to their hut. They were so happy, they became greedy they went back to get more that same day. There were other people in the mine trying to get as many as they could when all of a sudden a deep rumbling came from within the cave. The last thing they saw was a fiery explosion. Not to say they died but they were blinded, most everyone else died in the explosion. Since they did not listen to God’s warning he called them Demons. When Ireana children were older they obeyed God more than their parents had, he decided it was unfair to have them be considered Demons so he made a new race the Blessed Demons. The diamonds are still in their eyes but instead of blinding them it improves their vision. That’s all I know of it.’
    ‘Wow. So am I a Blessed Demon too?’ she asked curiously.
    ‘Yes, of course you are.’ He said smiling slightly.
    ‘Excuse me?’ said a blonde girl at the door, ‘Isis is to be on her way to the king right about now.’
    ‘Thank you for reminding me.’ He said standing up, ‘You ready to meet the king?’
    ‘I guess.’ Said Isis bravely though she was very nervous.
    They both stood and walked the long hallway to the throne room not saying anything on the way. The doors swung open…
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    ‘What are you doing here?’ asked the king shocked at Dante’s presence. ‘Your supposed to be in jail!’
    ‘Why do you want Isis anyway?’ Dante asked trying to remain calm. Just then the doors swung open to reveal Isis and Stotro walking in.
    ‘Dante!’ exclaimed Isis she rushed over to him giving him a hug. ‘What are you doing here?’ she asked so glad that he was here.
    ‘Have an appointment with the king.’ He said nodding in the king’s direction. ‘Yeah Stotro, long time no see.’ They had been raised together both of their parents had either died or abandoned them.
    ‘Yeah Dante where you’ve been. I missed you.’ He said smiling slightly.
    ‘Isis!’ exclaimed the king ‘Please come here.’ Said the king not unkindly. Isis looked at Dante and Stotro. Dante shook his head, Stotro nodded.
    ‘Talk to me from here.’ Said Isis bravely. Dante nodded slightly.
    ‘Well as you know you have incredible powers that if in the wrong hands is very dangerous, I am here to protect you from them. ’