There was a family once upon a time, as she stands in the middle of a field, with staff posed in ready position, she remembers. Practice remains top priority, no, it is to be honed as a skill for battle. Her mothers voice is but a tender melody that carries the stories of her people.

She is called Griffin Pixie, a child with a pure heart. Her mother nurtured and raised her well along side her twin brother. Her father is nothing but spoken words. Griff, as her family had come to call her, didn't believe in fighting or using the disiciplines taught to her. The first death she ever witnessed was her older brother lashing out at against something that annoyed him. From that day on she decided to be a pacifist and lear the art of healing. It wasn't long after that her brother deemed her as a weakling and sought to end her existance. It was simply looked upon as sibling rivalry. She endured every tortured bump, broken bone, and gash. Griff was determined to stay alive and best her brother.

Her studies took her deep into the world of the healer. She learned that which harmed and those that killed were no different than the roots she collected for salvs. Around every corner though, her brother waited for her, simply watching, biding his time. Far from the eyes of those who knew her, she began her training. Her mind was made up, she would suffer no longer. Slowly her anticipation began to fade as she believed her brothers motives were over. She was now able to return to her daily routines. Soon she was traveling to nearby villages to learn more and to help bring relief to those that were sick. She was happy with her work and her simple life, there was nothing more in life she wanted than what she was doing now.

There is always a balance, there is no exception to the rule. This rule stands out evern more among twings. Good and evil exists in all living things and Griff believed that somewhere hidden within her brother was that good. This would be her greatest challenge in life, her brother. As she was returning home from the village she was confronted by her brother. She was hesitant to even stop and face him but she did in which she kindly reminded him that she wasn't going to fight him. Like so many times before in which she was the bearer of many beatings. Today was to prove entirely different, Simon, with a quickness that no other was capable of, swung out at her. His laughter was cut short as his blade was blocked by her staff, she had a small little smirk upon her face as she held her brother's sword at bay. The war had begun and though she had claimed to be a pacifist, her brother would see to it that she wouldn't remain that way.

They stood there on the road leading home in perfect stillness, eyes of perfect blue locked with eyes of darkend green. She wasn't about to give an inch to him and somewhere deep within her lashed outwards screaming at her to fight back. All the days of holding back were coming worth soon to be judged. As she struggled to keep her brothers sword back she told him this was pointless, that killing was meaningless.

True to her brothers form he merely laughed at her and as he laughed she shoved him back just enough to give herself a slight chance of escape. Cause and effect, push and pull is how she and Simon worked. As she moved back to give more space between them, the speed returned to her brother causing a quick slice through the quiet air. The damage had been weilded and it was too late for her to react. Griff's own blood purified the ground, the wound wasn't serious but the anguish that she endured would never be forgiven. Simon stood there beaming down at her, his blade relaxed against his shoulder as he waited for her reaction. She stayed kneeling on the ground holding her arm which had been cut clear to the bone. In the faintest of breaths she swore that she would kill her brother after hearing that Simon simply turned and walked away seemingly satisfied with what he had done.

It was late when Griff had returned home and it was there in her bedroom, where she sat healing her own arm, she swore to herself that she would become stronger and not give in to what her brother wanted. As night bore down on her sleep crawled further and further away she let her home and traveled out to the feild. The staff had proven its worth to her but where her brother was concerned it was just a large twig. The moon rose she stretched out her body then went into meditation. Somewhere in this state she fell asleep and when her eyes opened it was late in the morning. From the feild she traveled back towards her home though she took a detour back to the village.

Today she chose to hide from her brother after the other day. She spent the majority of the day wandering about the village lending what little knowledge and skill she had to others. By late afternoon she found herself wandering down the road that would take her home. She came to a stand still and stared off into the far distance, she had a feeling her brother was nearby which meant another repeat of the other day. She turned and looked behind her, running away wasn't an option she was willing to face. So she did the only thing she could do, she turned eastward and let her feet do the walking.

She had no idea where she was going only that it took her away from her home and those that she knew. Something lingered in the back of her mind telling her it didn't matter where she went, her brother would find her regardless. She was young and naive and believed she could out think her brother. For a few days she had done just that. On some occasions she had just barely slipped by him almost giving herself away. Her feet finally stopped when the moon had risen into full view of the night sky, with a silent huff and achy feet she sat down underneath an oak tree. Kicking off her sandals she reached down rubbing at her aching feet silently punishing herself for not bringing food or water with her. Slowly the stars had started to come out one by one and her dark green eyes averted there attention for a moment to the shadowy background of the mountains. Why was she doing this? No matter how much of the world she traveled she knew her brother would be a haunting nightmare. In her mind she had two choices, learn to fight or erase herself from history. Soon her eyes looked from the mountains to the road that ran past her. Wanting nothing more than sleep to wisp her away she leaned her head back against the enormous trunk of the oak and waited.

Morning came without any calling or warning, her eyes opened and it was there. After putting her sandals back on she stood and continued onward down the road. Somewhere along the way she picked up a nicely shaped walking stick and with a light melody upon her lips the trip to nowhere went much faster. Along the way she picked an apple off a tree and fed her hungry stomach. The scenery passed along green grass and sweet smelling flowers while in the distance the mountains went rolling along. By mid morning her road, as she had come to call it, had taken to a quiet village. She stood at the entrance and knew that this was to be her new home.

In the beginning they all stared at her, she was a stranger from the outside and no one had any reason to trust her. Months came and went and in that time she became one of them. Those were the happiest days of her life, no nightmares and there was no sign of her brother, but she still kept constant watch. Each day she would do her chores then go out and practice with her staff. She had gotten no better and had gotten no worse with it but her agility had improved somewhat. Her magic still had not improved but then again her concentration was always scattered.

That night as she was coming back from her long day out in the field a familiar voice drifted in on the summer night breeze. The voice was all but ghost like in her mind but the tone was one she knew. How long had it been since she had last seen her brother? Time changes everything and so it had changed them both, or so she thought. Deception was something she had learned in her time living in the village but the kind her brother had...To him she gave a shrug of her shoulders like a gesture to begin there long awaited battle. He grunted and wondered if she was truly ready for him; in her mind she was wondering the same thing herself. The first strike, like always, came without warning though instead of blocking she dodged. It wasn't often that she surprised him but when she did it stunned him for just a few short moments.

Her gaze steadied down upon his and like an eruption from the ocean, wings exploded from her back and she took to the air. Those that became onlookers marveled at the sight of her wings and marveled even more when Simon's appeared. Like the angels that battled in heaven they battled among the stars. Blow for blow, almost skill for skill, they raged on even as the sun traded places with the moon. By then she had noticed they had moved far from the village causing her to wonder what he was up too. Often she cursed herself at how slow her mind worked, the memories of the first fight echoed like cannon fire through her head. The day she had sworn to kill him had provoked an incurable urge in her brother to challenge and defeat her. Griff brought herself back down to the ground, the wings themselves vanishing from sight, and waited for her brothers� next move. There was no time for reaction as he made his final move in one gigantic swoop he snatched her up from the ground. Her efforts of struggling all but failed though the sights of the volcano made her kick even harder. Desperately she tried in vain to get him to let her go but, the harder she tried the tighter he held on. In that moment it had all become perfectly clear to her, she was going to be the meal of the volcano. Her pleas and screams went unanswered and then she felt herself free of his arms free falling downwards towards the lava. She was saved by a rock ledge that jutted outwards, the heat bore down upon her while up above Simon stood there laughing. She looked upwards to see his lips moving and then the world went dark.

Chapter 2 begins soon.