Butterfly_Wings

Two babies born in the same year to different families, one male and one female, and opposite in every way. They will be rare hybrids, trihybrids, they will be the most powerful beings to walk the earth. One will turn to evil and the other to good. Good will triumph over evil, and evil will die out. This is what will come, I do not know when, but I saw it all happen and know it to be true. - The Prophet Isaiah

The Letters from Rose

  I woke up in the sitting room alone, and the room was really dark. I wasn't very phased, I've lived in that castle almost my whole life, I can walk around it with my eyes closed and still end up wherever I need to be. 


 I decided to go to the kitchen and get a glass of water. As I moved down the hall, my brain made up shadows that followed me. 


 I walked into the kitchen, feeling the cold tiles under my feet, and slowly made my way over to the cabinet and carefully picked up a glass. I filled my glass with water and went to take a drink, but there was nothing in the cup. I filled up the cup again and got the same result. 


  Confused, I decided I was just too tired and needed to go back to sleep, so I began to walk back to the sitting room. Coming out of the kitchen, I ran into something, but there shouldn't have been a wall there. 


   I tried to move around it, but it seemed to go on forever. I backed up, and I hit another wall. I began feeling around on all sides, trying to sound where I was, only to discover that there was a wall on every side. I seemed to be stuck in a box.


   I tried to feel around again for an exit when I heard a whisper.


  "Just trust yourself, Spirit." a voice said. 


  "You again? What do you want?" I asked. 


  "Take my advice, embrace your fate." it said. 


   "I have. Somehow, I'm going to get rid of Andrew and evil itself. I know there's no way around it." I stated. 


  "So you've accepted that you will kill a former friend?" it asked. 


  "That's not what's going to happen." I said. 


 "No I'm not!" I screamed back as I shut my eyes. 


  When I opened my eyes, I sat up, gasping for air. I was back in the sitting room. I heard footsteps on the stairs, and I stood up and grabbed my trident. 


 "Babe, it's just me." Milo said, turning on a light. The concern and worry in his voice matched the look on his face. 


  I lowered my trident and fell to my knees, sobbing. Milo ran over and scooped me up in his arms, trying to get the feathers from my wings away from his mouth. 


A Lingering Shadow