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"Game... Joy... ?" she questioned to herself as she stared down at her bare feet, which had all sorts of cutts on them, mostly from running from the arena's, to the hospital, and then to the music hall. Unlike Joy, Ai doesn't talk much to other people, she's afraid of what they think of her. So she holds dearly to what she has, her friends and family. Ai has always been shy when it comes to making new people, but she can always smile. For some unknown reason, she smiles at everything, even if she's staring at the wall randomly and smiles. (xD)

Game... ? Like is she thinking of Truth or Dare.. or Clue.. or Twister? That sounds like fun! Thought Ai as she pondered about this 'game' Joy was speaking of as her soft lavender eyes stared at her feet some more. Her long lavender hair lightly blowing against the spring wind.

Ai's wings, for what people don't know, are cursed. Yes. They are cursed with a sad story, about a little girl losing everything she had, her parents, her friends, and her hometown in a war. So she sacrificed herself to be a pair of angel wings, so that whoever gets her wings will feel her sorrow and will appear her age. Thats why Ai is small, she stopped growing at the age of twelve. Sometimes Feena worries about Ai, but doesn't show it, since Feena is kind of responsible of watching over Ai, just like Hiro is responsible over watching Oliver.

I don't regret the day of our meeting Joy, silly. Then we wouldn;t have known each other Ai thought right after Joy said something about Ai should be regretting their meeting. Ai wasn't always nice, but she stopped being a sorrowful slayer. But sometimes, she hears whispers from her past, like another person trying to tell her the only way to solve her pain is to kill the people she loves dearly.

Ai's soft lavender eyes shined as she watched Joy walk by her, she was leaving the music hall to a place Ai doesn't know. Ai placed one hand over her heart, like she always do, and slightly turned to watch Joy walk through the door. For some odd reason, a huge relief was lifted off of Ai's heart. After Joy slapped Ai, she thought Joy would try to kill her because she's an angel. Thats what devils do, they kill angels.

Oh shoot! I wanted to ask Joy something since she's a devil! Ah well. Maybe next time Thought Ai as she bopped herself on the head lightly, she always bopped herself on the head whenever she forgets something rather important. Ai wanted to ask Joy 'Why do Devils want to kill angels? When that would only make things worse. Why won't get rid of their pain by helping other than taking it out on others?" Ai has pondered this since she was a youngster.

"... whatever.. " she said to herself as she placed her hands on her hips and started to turn the other direction, but as she walked, she went by a mirror. But that mirror didn't show Ai's actual reflection. No. It was a reflection of a rather small girl with long dark chocolate hair, her eyes were grey and looked lost. She was holding a black rose and was wearing a long brown and black victorian dress, but on this girls face was a small grin. Ai didn't notice this, she just continued to walk out of the music hall with a bright smile on her face.

Rivera lifted her head. There was someone else in the piano gallery. The room was spacious and filled with pianos of all kinds so many could play at the same time and place... there was someone else playing as well.

"Whenever the storm comes falling apart..." She whispered the beginning of the end and touched the keys lightly. "There's a cloud of rain in the wind..."

The song that mingled with hers cried and cried, as if the one who played it could no longer do so physically. A voice soon joined it, a light flurry of tears and confusion, swirling in endless circles of nothingness. Rivera's whispering song was barely audible, yet it was clear in the vicinity. "Whenever I think of you in my heart... there's a cloud of rain in the wind..." Her hand hit the last key and lifted.

A crisp draft came through the window and suddenly, the keys came to life as she lifted her sketchbook once again. Her pencil moved quickly over the paper, completing the picture. With every stroke came a series of notes that incode the meaning. Strange things to happen. This dolphin underwater... something as missing... missing by the existence of that voice...

Rivera stood up and held her sketchbook to her chest. The keys suddenly grew silent with her leaving. Silently, she walked towards the music and found a man at a black, Steinway Minigrand. "Is... something wrong?" She whispered to him, her mind louder than her words, carrying through and around his music.

Rivera stared at him with her pale green eyes. Her left one turned bluish. "Don't be coy, please. I know what you were playing... and it's a dangerous piece to play." Her soft whispers floated into his mind. "When you play your heart, you sing out your secrets to the world... and some secrets are better unknown."

Rivera opened her sketchbook again and drew a tiny, strange symbol behind a half finished picture of an angel, perfect in every feather and every stich of skin and clothing. A key quivered, and sounded out like a clear bell. She continued to write, filling the background in arcane signs. The notes on his piano were the notes he played before, the song she had heard once and remembered exactly how he had played it. Every nuance and ever expression. It sang of his own sorrow and sadness and perhaps, hope and denial. As it ended, she drew a wizard's knot at the end of the page.

Rivera tore out the page and let him view it and its mysterious script. The angel she drew upon it seemed almost alive... it sang his words into his mind, living within the music behind its back, dancing the melody of his heart.

"This is what someone can do to your music... And from this, they can control you through your mind, possess you, destroy you, kill you, steal your soul... No matter how much you want to let it out, you must never go the full extent, never... unless if there is no one there to hear you..." A tear rolled down her left cheek and she flicked it away as if nothing had happened. "I will burn this, and let no one ever find it again." She held up the paper and a spark of lightning ignighted it. The angel burst into flames and its ashes were blown away.

"I am Rivencaira Capella'acqu, of Aeterranchise." She whispered, "Call me Rivera, or Birdie. They are shorter after all. It is a pleasure to meet you, Lightt." Rivera bowed courteously and she closed her sketchbook. Every one of his movements was being observed, out of suspicious or curiosity, even she did not know. "You have a wonderful taste for music..." She commented, remembering his song. It was so emotional and personal, revealing the inner beauty and terror of a unique person.

((Ack... short post >.>))

Rivera smiled ever so slightly, "Thank you." And suddenly, the flowers reformed into an intricate, live raven, made out of water. It flapped a few times, spreading mist, and landed back on his shoulder. "He is yours if you want him. I have given him... a life, of sorts." She looked at her hands. She wasn't made to grant true life to anything, only a magical imitation of it. "I said that I was of Aeterranchise, the broken off piece of land. You might know it as Atlantis... So naturally, water is my subject... destructive waters and storms, as well as the space and steel to keep it together." A closer, more careful look at the water raven yielded tiny silver feathers between the water formed ones, made of metal and could be detatched in an attack.

Rivera was shocked when he grabbed her hand. Her eyes widened and the irises turned a silvery crystal color. Her entire frame quivered as she stepped back half a step. The key around her throat grew colder, calming her and keeping her from the bloodwrath, but the dragon tattoo on her right forearm grew warmer, warning her of the coming horrors. The slight shock to her mind wavered her control over it and she saw pink for a split second.

Clapping a hand over her eyes, she bit her lip and waited until her vision cleared. Rivera lifted away her hand and looked at him. He must've seen the flash of crimson and the emergence of her dragon self. Lowering her head, she whispered, "You must think I'm some sort of freak now... "

Rivera took a deep breath and controlled her mind again. All the powers of the Praeisa'acque came with all its curses. She bowed again, "Thank you, for understanding... but if you ever see my eyes turn red, either run as fast as you can, or do all you can to kill me..." Her whispering tone was like the silver winds again, but slower and morose. "I whisper... because there is no other way I can speak or sing, save for a telepathy. And even then, I cannot say, for I do not know my voice... I can never raise my voice..." The eyes faded into a dim grayish violet.

She let her hand rest on the top octave and played the melody of her most important song.

Clink.... clink...

Her voice was still the wind, breezing over the notes with restrained feelings, but sad and unknowing. "A cloud of white drifts over the breeze, slowly across the blue...
A heavy heart so filled up with rain, every drop reflecting you...
Soaring over the grain covered ground, where to it hasn't a clue.
A heavy heart so filled up with pain doesn't know where it'll go too..."

She stopped before she reached the chorus, hesitating. The wind blew stronger outside, and she stopped. "I'm sorry..." Rivera felt the need to apologize, she seemed to have done something wrong... but what?

"I think... that I will leave you to your peace. I won't disrupt you any longer..." Rivera bowed and turned away, walking silently out of the room. Her aura didn't seem to be walking, but floating. She was like a ghost, drifting away and--

Vanished.

((Agh... short posting >.> ))