All Birds Deserve To Be Free(The lovely Alodemi)

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Two Years Prior to If No One's Around To Hear

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  Beside the Niahi Woods, there is a village. And in that village there was a boy. And that boy was considered crazy. He could See things, things far away, that no one in the town could know about or conceive. He was enraptured with these visions, and spoke of them constantly, when allowed. But they didn't know that his visions were true. They beat him, when he spoke of what he Saw, and so eventually he became a little off, truly a little crazy, unable to speak of what he Saw clearly. he rambled and raved about it because if he did not of it speak, he feared he would implode. He was a loon, you might say.
  
  All birds deserve to be free.
  
  It was a balmy night, and the stars were covered by clouds, but Maine could still see them, and he was naming them, naming each of them as a professor in a far off observatory was doing for his student. He was speaking them aloud, shouting the names as if invoking them to save him. "Anzati! Mella! Zeesus! La'Mar! Entella's ears, tips the dawnstar!"
  
  To the small town folk we hadn't ever learned about the stars, they felt certain that this names he was joyously crowing were his heathen gods, trying to invoke them to bring ill fate upon their village. The women clutched their children as Maine's voice grew louder, heard through most of the village. And then the joy in his voice and the stars in his eyes faded, and instead of naming the stars he was crying.
  
  The men of the village, thinking that they needed to protect it, were beating him again with the blunt end of their rough spears, kicking him with their boots outside the hut of the village elder. He was tethered, there, like a dog. Through storms and heat and everything. Only once in a very short while had be been allowed inside. His white-blond hair was dirty, and he wore only loose, ragged shorts. His ribs were easily countable beneath bruises. Maine, for all that he was mostly human, didn't look it.

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This night was beautiful and to her it wasn't so cold. A Black cloak was draped around her with a gold double wing hildong it together. The hood apon her long redish hair, and purple eyes aglow. In a manor that she was pissed. She could smell someone, with much power being abused and she didn't like the sence or the feeling of it. She growld lowly and was moving fastly. She was heading to the town as fast as possible. She pulled into the shade and watched it happen. She didn't like where this was going. She stepped infront of the Man, that was being rudely beat with no explanation. The villiager swung at her. Oh what a bad idea twas it.

She reached out her hand, Tribal like markings in red streched apon her hands both to be exact, a elf marking, and a fire one to be exact. Of course these men were possibly too stupid to relise what she was and what she was capable of. She looked to them and gladly smiled. She placed Both hands on the weopn burning it incinerating it. she giggled some.  But her face never showed to them to show what she looked like. Her Voice soft and touching.

"Ashes to Ashes Dust to dust now your deafeated and you must be retreated"

She turned to the boy that was bing beaten. Alot happend in one short second but she knew there was going to be more. She knelt down and looked to him. And touched his face her face still not seen. Perhaps seeing him in the future the eyes would give it off that she was one of the many people that helped him.

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Shaky and weak, Maine rolled over as the beating stopped. Something was happening around him, but he didn't know what. While the shuffle occurred, Maine was again lost to his Sight, and began humming a tune that he could hear. He didn't want to be aware in this moment, because he didn't know there was a lady that had come to help him. He just knew that the beating had stopped for a moment, and he didn't want to be aware of the pain and then jeering. Not until it started back up again.

And then he felt something he hadn't felt in a long time, something more jarring then the beating had been. A soft, kind touch to his face.

Maine flinched away, of course, and hazy maroon eyes stared up at the lady before him. "Fire, fire, burning, isn't it?" he asked her, "But not you, you're here. Why?" She had the Sparkle to her that no one else in the village had. A different kind of Sparkle then he had, though, but it was a Sparkle. Shiny and glistening in the fire that his eyes Saw in her.

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She looked to him. Smiled some to what he said, nothing to her really made sence. She guessed that was normal since he had to play the title he was given. She stood and turned, more were coming, more were going to beat him. Stronger wepons were what they carried.. Was she going to have to break free of the cloak? To become agility perfect to fight of these people. She didn want them to hurt him. She backed up onto the rope that streched from the back of the Hut of the Elder,to the man's arms that lay behind his back. Her shoes glowed a dark maroon as she started to burn the rope apart. She didn't like where this was going.

She reached into her boot, and pulled out a short staff that was her hand length. You think it wouldn't work. Your wrong. She pulled her hood off her red hair unleashedher pointed ears small and fragil, and tipped with red fire marking. She uncliped her cloak and clipped the golden dragon onto the end of her staff with a quick twirl like a paton it was almost her whole body length. She was ready to fight, but she wasn't ready to show her face to him 'Run to the woods and hide till its safe your free to do as you please'  she said to him and swung at a mand and lunged a ball of fire twords him.

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Maine stared, a little dazed, at her for a moment, watching her fight, not understanding. No one had ever fought for him before! Maybe it was the spark. Did the spark make people want to fight for him? That didn't really make sense. Did it bind them together? The villagers said he was a demon, and Maine didn't think that that was true, but maybe he was and she was one, too? But different kind, because she burned and crackled and he didn't do that. Maine spun and danced and jumped, never in quite the same place twice. And that was alright, because Maine hadn't found many places that he liked.

But at her command, which he only partly heard, he stumbled to his feat, amazed to find his bond cut, and he ran for the forest. he didn't know who she was, but she burned and burned--brightly, bringing light to his darkness, even in the middle of the night. he stumbled over a root and he decided. He would call her Firelight.

It was dangerous in the woods at night, but Maine was not afraid. He didn't know to be afraid and he thought that Firelight would protect him. The night was dark beneath the trees, with no stars or moon or fire to light his way, only his inner eye, which hew could not use and often was mistaken for insanity.

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She watched him leave. Killing off one after anouther. She hissed as she continued to swing at them. She hated having to fight but what they were doing to this poor boy she just couldn't allow it. She didn't want him to be hurt in any manner. She hated to see other people get hurt. Punnishing others for their wrongs is what she did best. She listened out and heard him continue to walk. Her ears were super sensitive, being that she could hear anything that she wanted to hear. She would just have to focus on it. She was getting tired of going easy on all the men. She she just glowed brightly in a red and blue hue of fire. and went all out on them. Killing them all finaly.

Thank god

She said outloud to her self and went to find him threw the tree tops. Just to see if he made it okay.

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"To arms, my dear sol-diers,/ To arms I say,/ Go forth, fight hard,/ But live to fight/ Ano-o-ther day~..."

Music had taken over Maine's ears and eyes, and he danced around the trees as he walked--well, it would have been a dance if he had been going faster. This soldier's ballad was from far away, certainly no place that Maine had been, but his week, horse voice sang it as if he really were serenading soldiers. But Maine knew no soldiers. Knew nothing of war except what he Saw, and he switched visions too often to really get the full effect. Even now, half way through a verse he shifted suddenly--"Bad boys, and their pack, bad, just because the wind blows them doesn't mean they're not worth anything, shame! Control your children, Mother Fern!" He did address people in his visions sometimes, yes.