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Of Light and Shadows, III

+ February 2006
+ Corda Mandulómi

Within Prokovia, by the command of the land’s ruler Agrovale, an act of atrocity was committed with the execution of the angel Gideon. By three swings of the executioner’s axe, not only was Gideon’s head severed from his body, but his wings as well. It was seen by Agrovale’s hordes that he took the head and wings of the fallen angel, but what had he done with these objects?

Unknown to all but him, Agrovale had his plans. The wings had their destination, and would soon be placed within a new vessel; one that would be oblivious to their arrival for a number of months.

It was late in the night when the plan came to fruition. Within the heart of Corda Mandulómi, Destiny was unintentionally sleeping within the deep bowl of her bathtub; the steaming water soaking her body into total relaxation. A whisper echoed through her dreams, the mention of a gift but with no further information. Nor would she even recall the specific words or even the voice upon waking. If her back had taken on a prickling sensation, the blonde elf would not have even noticed, due to the heated water she was luxuriating in. In fact, upon awakening she would only acknowledge the occurrence by the fact that her wrists now bore two little tattoos of wings; her only memory being the words, “a gift,” murmured into her psyche.

Considering these were not the first set of artificially given tattoos, Destiny was neither bothered nor even curious as to their origin. They simply became yet another peculiar aspect of the unusual girl.

A secondary effect of the unknown wings was felt when she returned to the barrier protected portions of Nod. Feeling almost ill to her stomach, Destiny took the reaction as simple dread. These were the days of poor footing between Destiny and her Father; also the main reason as to why she spent the majority of her time in the temple, rather than her Father’s home. After a few trips between the temple and her former home, the ill feeling departed—or rather it was simply ignored.