“Four years later their second child was born.” The story teller paused and gripped his chest.
“Clarei Chaos, as she was later known as, was only an hour old when she was kidnapped.” A small child cried out in the darkness, as the warmth it had only known for a short while vanished.
“She was placed within the womb of a human woman, re-born as a human girl.” The teller eyed the crowd. Some showed interest, mostly the children, but the adults showed a hint of sadness with piercing eyes that watched the storyteller.
“This child was once our enemy, she knew nothing of the real name she was given.” The story teller stood, he pushed up the sleeves of his shirt to show scars upon his arms. Two stood out.
‘Demon Blood” was carved into his flesh.
“Fifty guardians were granted to her. By the time she came back the Demon side, only twenty remained. All twenty bare similar markings,” He rolled his sleeves down and eyed a child in the back. His red eyes watched the story teller and smiled.
“Clarei was brought back to us, full of hatred for the race that had ruined her life. Because so many bad things befell her. She always flared out of anger at the white winged ones, but even through that she always found a reason to smile.” He tore his eyes from the child and eyed their parents. Noise from the outside world was coming through the walls.
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