An Angel's Turn

My years have been going by in a huge blur yet it stands so still for many others. I've often wondered if it was normal for me to feel so small after losing so much in my life. I wasn't too discouraged to the fact many of my friends and close allies have been burned to the stake. However, it didn't mean I couldn't feel the grief or sorrow that came with it. "I don't plan on losing much now," I murmur as I'm in a temple gazing at a statue of a Goddess. "I plan to stop more deaths before they happen." I've often wondered if this was all a dream or a harsh cruel reality that came with my cursed powers. I would never really know that answer. Though, at times I wish I did. Nonetheless, I have grown since I last felt the extent of my cursed gift, it torments me even now. I'm plagued by the ghosts of those I've bared witness to death, it is enough to drive me insane. No amount of apologies could ease the growing pain and anger that is buried within my mocha skin. My once lovely and lively eyes that bare the colors of freshly carved out sapphire stones now looked dull and empty from all the lives I watched suffer. I could still hear the pained cries of them as they either ran or were killed mercilessly for who we were. I've felt nothing but hatred for the lives that have taken my dear kinsmen. "Be embraced by the Goddess of the Night my dear kinsmen," I say softly as I gaze at the statue filled with grief. "there shall be warmth and comfort for you through her." I begin to walk through the temple fueled with sympathy and rage. I was determined to stop more of my people's deaths but it would be next to impossible. No matter what I can do there will always be murder and ruthless battering of others. My influence isn't worth bringing in to conversations, if it were I'd have no more deaths at all. However, to be honest it was my job. I'm a female Grim Reaper. A bringer of Death. My sole purpose is to end the lives that are destined to die. I don't enjoy that one bit, it kills me to take them away especially when they are so innocent to any wrong doing. My heart aches even more when I must end the life of a child who only wants to live to see it's own future. My job is beyond an easy task, if it were I'd have someone else bare the burden than me. It feels painful now but it gets worse as I age. The worst thing about this curse I bear is that I cannot age. I remain forever youthful. Many people who know of us call my kinswomen vampires, or immortal hunters. They aren't wrong about the immortal part. We are kind of immortal however, there's a cruel twist to it. We can die but only if stabbed in the heart with a specific knife. It is a tough life for us. The worst part is my curse can only effect a daughter. If we bare sons they get a different version of our curse. "There shall be more done today I promise," I say calmly before leaving the temple gazing at the moon and stars. "I swear to my life as a immortal blood that no harm shall befall any more of us." I hope that it can remain peaceful at least until this nightmare is over. Not all things we hope and pray for can be that way. The Goddess of the Moon could tell you that. Lunara; she is my peoples Goddess, the lady was a Saint in her previous life and was given so much before her death. Upon the lady's death she was given to the spirits as a offering to bless the land. Lunara was then reborn as the moon that watches over us and protects us. Once every century or two the Goddess herself will pick a child to be her chosen one. By that time a moon symbol shall form on the child's eye. I of course were chosen by her specifically, I was freshly born when I was chosen. A Cresent moon forms on my left eye when I want it to. We can control how we wish to allow the mark to be seen. Not many souls have heard her voice only the chosen ones have. If I am really honest her voice is sweet and beautiful. It almost mirrors that of the sweetest lullaby played. She hasn't been seen even by her chosen ones. That's how rare she is to us. We only have statues and stories that have been told regarding her. My feet halt at my house, it was empty and cold from the hours I stayed away. Once I walk in I summon my curse to spark flames from my hands. I could feel the warmth forming on my fingertips, it was such a humble feeling. I never once feared by curse I embraced it. There was no use to try and run from my bloodlines gift. My mother had it before me, the sweet and caring woman however was killed with my father. I had to deal with their deaths despite me being only eighteen at the time. I'm nineteen now and still feel lost without them around. I ascended to power at eighteen just a few days after their funerals. My people needed a leader and I was the daughter of them both. Though I was young, I was ready to handle the responsibilities that came with ruling my village. We are surrounded by forests that are so dense the sun isn't seen through the leaves. I keep people out of the forest that surrounds my village. I even earned a nickname by the towns people beyond our forest. The name was Ghost of lower Kyushu, which I hate just was surprised at. My only regret in this life is trying to get other people to hear me. I still remember the rejection I was given for trying to save my brothers and sisters but failed. For no one would help me. I was left abandoned. It enraged me beyond control. I took matters into my own hands and decided to protect them alone. I've been crowned the Princess of Gardenia, I was the eldest daughter of my parents. Lily and Martin Humora, they were well loved rulers of my hometown. My younger sister Nova, however is younger than me by ten years. She doesn't know the hardships of this dangerous and unpredictable world than I do. I've faced them more than her, she despises me for what happened to our parents. It was something I couldn't stop much less prevent. This was a battle against time. I wish I could win but doesn't always allow me to.