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♪. ♫. Kazara L'ratasha ♫. ♪.

Kazara was grateful that he did not pursue her. She also did not realize that someone had come into the room. She was inside her horrendous memory. Decades had passed since the last time this happened, but they were nothing compared to this. She was quite literally in the nightmare itself. From the beginning to the very end. "You are to be named Oreiðu." Eyes opened to reveal two angels smiling down upon the newborn baby. Though they were beautiful with their golden blonde hair and deep sky blue eyes, they were not what held the tiny girl's attention. A shining golden being stood before her, so magnificent tears welled up in her eyes. A single word escaped her lips.
"Father," Kazara said aloud. Her eyes resembled glass. Only reflecting, as her conciousness was deep within her mind.
Oreiðu was now 7,000 years old, resembling that of a 17 year old mortal girl. She was on an assignment from Father himself. An assignment that would enable her to become one of the greatest Arch Angels known thoughout the universe between mortals and immortals. Her golden, light armor reflected the sun's light creating small rainbows around her. She was accompanied by her mate-to-be, Jörð the Mighty. Their assignment was to observe a mortal. A very dangerous mortal. Oreiðu and Jörð arrived at the castle where this mortal lived. Taking separate paths, Oreiðu headed towards the bedchambers. There was no worry of detection, for she was invisible to the naked eye. She entered the room and found herself staring into the eyes of a very handsome young man with crimson locks, and eyes the color of emeralds. His name was Litblær, Prince of the North. The dangerous mortal they wre ordered to observe. With a crooked smile, he dazzled her speechless. "Why hello there beautiful. What brings a creature like you here?" He walked forward and stood in front of Oreiðu. He was only a few inches taller than her, but she still had to look up a bit. Litblær raised one hand and gently touched her on the cheek. A searing heat ran through her veins, however it was not an unbearable feeling. No, it was amazing. Suddenly they both bent over grasping their arms. His glowed a beautiful gold, while hers was a blood red.
In reality, Kazara clutched her arm tight, nearly making it bleed. The memory continued nonetheless. Time was revealing them quickly. She, as the Arch Angel, kept returning to Litblær's side. They were always spending time together, though she knew that it was against the Law. No one knew, not even her mate-to-be. Then one day, the last day she ever saw Litblær, he kissed her as they confessed to each other. That same day they made love to each other. Tears welled up in Kazara's eyes as she remembered, trying to protect the one she loved.
The Elders found out about her sin, and she was banished from the Heavens above. Her eyes, once a glorious blue, were now a crimson red. Her wings no longer resembled that of a dove, but of a raven. Her radiance diminished, and her hair was a silver white, no longer the glorious gold such as Father. The crimson mark on her arm, the only angel to be born with the birthmark she was created with, vanished. Her name was no longer Oreiðu, Bringer of Chaos.
"That was the day I fell," she muttered quietly.

♪. ♫. Kazara L'ratasha ♫. ♪.

The sky was still a light blue with a few clouds. The sun was bright as always, however, it did not seem to bother Kazara's eyes. She was still oblivious to te goings ons in the dorm room. However, if she attempted at conversation it would be awkward, for she was empty at that moment. She always was whenever she remembered. The midnight wings on her back fell limp to the ground where a few feathers already lay. Head bent over, feet dangling from the window sill, Kazara just sat there, an empty shell.

♪. ♫. Kazara L'ratasha ♫. ♪.

Her emptiness subsiding, Kazara took in a deep breath. Turning back inside the dorm room she walked towards Bernice, completely ignoring Hue. It was his fault she was rememberin. His fault that she was feeling the way she did with Litblær with Hue. I'm living in Hell once again. She took Bernice's hand and gently shook it. "Hello, my name is Kazara L'ratasha. It's a pleasure to meet you Berny," she said with a dazzling smile. "If you like you can take the bed over there," she said pointing to where she was sleeping before. "I'll be fine without one."