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"The End of the World"
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Artist: Indigo VisionsEmail: iampancakes@unitedwestern.net Website: --
Character's Story: At first, she had lived among the KRogen. It was the KRogen who named her, and she remembered a KRogen woman who had been her mother. It had never been clear if NEmgera had been her birth mother, but she had been her first caregiver and protected Laythie as well as she could. Whispers, barely on the edge of her memory, told Laythie she was not one of them. The KRogen were human and she was definitely not. NEmgera died, and each generation of KRogen became less and less tolerant of a half-breed "monster". Finally, Laythie fled to the desert where she survived when she hoped to perish. Yes, she survived and even thrived in the rocky, barren lands. She had become a legend to the human races of Syllumina; the KRogen, the Azural, the Fieshul, and even some of the distant Elven races told wild tales of the half angel-half demon maiden who dwelled in the KRockgenia DEsert. There she would have remained too, had it not been for the SChucktoonuk, the great storm. It was this cataclysmic event that brought the gryphon down with its great windclouds. Before the beast had died in her arms after she desperately tried to save it, he gave Laythie the most valued of all things in Syllumina, a part of himself: a gryphon talon. More than that, he told her of a secret that existed about her past, and she could find the answer to who she is on the sunbridge at the end of the world. He was, after all, a hybrid like herself, and the only creature she ever felt a real kinship to. So with his talon, she began her search for the fabled sunbridge, and for her past. Her travels had taken her now to the end of Syllumina, where she stood on the sun bridge, holding the talon-link to her past and to her future. The moment she had waited for all these countless years approached as the heavens aligned. Would she go through with it? Then as quickly as the heart beats from one to the next, the molten lightening coursed through her body, channeled by the talon conduit. The transformation was instant, but exceedingly painful. She laid there for what must have been hours, marked by KRogen time as she remembered it. Time had become irrelevant to her, but now the thought of time made its way into her consciousness as she lay on the rocky precipice. Now that she was human on the outside as well as the inside, the rocks dug into her tender back. Was this really the answer? It was too late to ponder that rhetorical question, now that It was done. The gryphon had told her that humans are half evil and half good, but that they look "normal" on the outside. Even so, they are always struggling on the inside between these two forces. Once a millenium, a child is born who manifests these internal qualities on the outside in visual form. That child of this millenium was Laythie. Only a creature older than she, the gryphon, would know the truth about her, for he had been there when the last demon-angel, Lannkhye had lived. He had seen his own mother give Lannkhye her talon to complete the cycle that forever linked the gryphon to the demon-angel race. Lannkhye was Laythie's great grandfather, so the generational line had continued with her. But the lore of the gryphon had been lost before Laythie was born, so she vowed one thing. Never forget. Comments: -- |
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