STRINGS OF A HALF BREED: In Creation

The world was so young then. Only of skies and of water are sights to see.

God created them, you see…
And His angels helped him create this paradise we live in.

But this tale was of age. It was hidden by the demons and other devious stories surfacing every now and then.

The world back then wasn’t much of an evil. Nor was it good. Though it is of essence to know where you stand…

And as angels helped Him perfect his creation, some where invoked by human acts.
And their gamble bore a child.

Humans. Til now, are still a tease.

Thus, this begins the hidden sights.
HALF BREEDS.
Half angel, half human.
Demi ange, demi humain.

And of all stories, good and evil always play. The white winged and the dark winged take the part. Lumière and Foncé.

But do tell, who is the good
And
Who is evil?

Sometimes, even the purest soul succumbs to the fire and the darkest will dreams of pure.
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Andro is much pleased with himself. Her third daughter, Annexe, shall be celebrating her 22nd birth a few hours from now. She looks much like her mother, strong and yet delicate, of power but still stubborn. Ah, how he misses Antoine, if only she was here to see Annexe, she will be proud…

Somehow he stares at the silvery white feather hanging from his desk. Lost. Reminiscing.

In fruition is a sacrifice.

He will never understand this law the higher God made. Why?

*KNOCK
A knock from the door surprised him of his thoughts.

Monsieur, the celebration…

But of course, I will be going then. Andro looked at his self for the last time, headed for the grand hall.

And to the hall it was. Filled with white feathers everywhere. It seems that all white winged attended this extravagant lumière événement.

He smiled and greeted everyone in the ball.

Dans Famille nous représenter amour. In the family, we represent love. We are gathered here to witness the birth of my youngest daughter, Annexe.



She floated from the hall as if she was the only creature there. Her head was slightly bowed, trying not to let others recognize her. Her feathers are the whitest of the white, outlined by a subtle silver lining that no other white winged has. Different. Extraordinaire.

It was a proud entrance.

As much as she hates to admit it, she craves the attention.

She lifted her wings to show off its full grown state.

And it was magnifique.

I am Annexe, of Damian Sanguin. A Lumière. By blood, by breath and by fruition. This is my rebirth.

Bienvenu.


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photo courtesy of wam.