things did not come from me and he will
never believe it. How do you know these things!?”
Kasey spoke barely above a whisper, “I was once Ragal of House…” She
paused for a moment knowing that the next word would strike fear into Misia’s
heart, “…Zophos.”
Misia’s eyes widened in shock and Kasey could see hints of alarm even
though Misia hid them well. “You… I mean, they are all dead. Hundreds of years
ago they disappeared.”
Kasey gave a knowing smile, “Yes, but we did not die. We became
trapped in a maze and resided there for ages. I and my brother are the only
ones to make it out of the maze.”
While Misia was still dazed in thought, Kasey unlocked the cell, passing
the key to Dinami, and slipped in. Misa challenged her, “You are no Kalat, you
are Miyka.”
Kasey cocked her head, “And what is the history of the Kalat? Where do
they come from?”
“We are the cursed,” she said with pride in her tone.
Kasey nodded as she moved closer, “You are the cursed what?”
She blinked, “Miyka…,” she finally said as if it was a word that tasted
foul on her mouth.
Suddenly she seemed to realize that Kasey had entered the
cell and was approaching her. The girl leapt for her and though Kasey was
trained to fight better than most creatures on Soterion, she let the girl wrap her
arms around her. Misia squeezed hard and yelled, “You are a liar!”
Kasey could feel some of her rib bones popping so she decided to shed
the girl from her back. She only needed to will it, and her fire wings appeared,
scorching Misia’s hand and arms. Misia let go and stepped back, screaming in
pain.
“It burns, I know," said Kasey with concern in her voice, “but you will be
okay. You did a good job of cracking one of my ribs though.”
Misia spit on Kasey again. Kasey sighed. I really don’t want to have to
hurt this girl too much, but she needs a wakeup call . She grabbed Misia by the
hair leading her up the stairway as Misia bit and clawed at her like a rabid
animal. Kasey paid no attention as she dragged her out into the daylight. Misia
screamed and fought Kasey even harder. The wisps of shadow and mist that
emanate around all Kalat seemed to wrap around her trying to protect her
exposed flesh from the light but it began to burn anyway.
The others rushed to Kasey’s aid but she shook her head and they
backed away. “What’s wrong Misia?” There was a touch of sarcasm to her voice.
Misia growled, “You know what is wrong! I cannot tolerate the
sunlight.”
Kasey smiled as she maintained a firm grip on her, “What do the Kalat
think of the Miyka, Misia?”
She spat on the ground still trying to wrench herself free, “You are weak
and feeble-minded fools!” she laughed even as her skin simmered.
“The Kalat despise the weak?”
Misia only glared, “I don’t have to answer your stupid questions.”
Kasey nodded, “They do, Misia. They hate the weak. What is this, but
weakness? All natural plants and animals grow and thrive in the light. …but you,
Misia, must scuttle around in the darkness because the sun burns your flesh. Is
that not weakness?”
“ We find our strength in the darkness !” she yelled as if it was a battle
cry.
“And your weakness in the light?”
“The light is our enemy!” she yelled.
“It makes you weak, look you aren’t even strong enough to fight me off.
You are weak,” Kasey said pleadingly.
Misia growled and howled as she tried to rip free, but she still could not
shake Kasey. With a mighty shove Kasey threw Misia to the ground and
straddled her so that she could not get up. She held her there until Misia
stopped fighting. Finally she said in a sympathetic voice, “We are all weak,
Misia, but with the Shepherd we can be strong.”
Kasey got up and walked away letting those words linger. She knew her
battle with Misia was not over. In fact, the battle for her soul had just begun.
She hated how violent
never believe it. How do you know these things!?”
Kasey spoke barely above a whisper, “I was once Ragal of House…” She
paused for a moment knowing that the next word would strike fear into Misia’s
heart, “…Zophos.”
Misia’s eyes widened in shock and Kasey could see hints of alarm even
though Misia hid them well. “You… I mean, they are all dead. Hundreds of years
ago they disappeared.”
Kasey gave a knowing smile, “Yes, but we did not die. We became
trapped in a maze and resided there for ages. I and my brother are the only
ones to make it out of the maze.”
While Misia was still dazed in thought, Kasey unlocked the cell, passing
the key to Dinami, and slipped in. Misa challenged her, “You are no Kalat, you
are Miyka.”
Kasey cocked her head, “And what is the history of the Kalat? Where do
they come from?”
“We are the cursed,” she said with pride in her tone.
Kasey nodded as she moved closer, “You are the cursed what?”
She blinked, “Miyka…,” she finally said as if it was a word that tasted
foul on her mouth.
Suddenly she seemed to realize that Kasey had entered the
cell and was approaching her. The girl leapt for her and though Kasey was
trained to fight better than most creatures on Soterion, she let the girl wrap her
arms around her. Misia squeezed hard and yelled, “You are a liar!”
Kasey could feel some of her rib bones popping so she decided to shed
the girl from her back. She only needed to will it, and her fire wings appeared,
scorching Misia’s hand and arms. Misia let go and stepped back, screaming in
pain.
“It burns, I know," said Kasey with concern in her voice, “but you will be
okay. You did a good job of cracking one of my ribs though.”
Misia spit on Kasey again. Kasey sighed. I really don’t want to have to
hurt this girl too much, but she needs a wakeup call . She grabbed Misia by the
hair leading her up the stairway as Misia bit and clawed at her like a rabid
animal. Kasey paid no attention as she dragged her out into the daylight. Misia
screamed and fought Kasey even harder. The wisps of shadow and mist that
emanate around all Kalat seemed to wrap around her trying to protect her
exposed flesh from the light but it began to burn anyway.
The others rushed to Kasey’s aid but she shook her head and they
backed away. “What’s wrong Misia?” There was a touch of sarcasm to her voice.
Misia growled, “You know what is wrong! I cannot tolerate the
sunlight.”
Kasey smiled as she maintained a firm grip on her, “What do the Kalat
think of the Miyka, Misia?”
She spat on the ground still trying to wrench herself free, “You are weak
and feeble-minded fools!” she laughed even as her skin simmered.
“The Kalat despise the weak?”
Misia only glared, “I don’t have to answer your stupid questions.”
Kasey nodded, “They do, Misia. They hate the weak. What is this, but
weakness? All natural plants and animals grow and thrive in the light. …but you,
Misia, must scuttle around in the darkness because the sun burns your flesh. Is
that not weakness?”
“ We find our strength in the darkness !” she yelled as if it was a battle
cry.
“And your weakness in the light?”
“The light is our enemy!” she yelled.
“It makes you weak, look you aren’t even strong enough to fight me off.
You are weak,” Kasey said pleadingly.
Misia growled and howled as she tried to rip free, but she still could not
shake Kasey. With a mighty shove Kasey threw Misia to the ground and
straddled her so that she could not get up. She held her there until Misia
stopped fighting. Finally she said in a sympathetic voice, “We are all weak,
Misia, but with the Shepherd we can be strong.”
Kasey got up and walked away letting those words linger. She knew her
battle with Misia was not over. In fact, the battle for her soul had just begun.
She hated how violent
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