KAIA
A short story I wrote in June, I forgot I did try to write a bit before falling in love with Mystic Heart Odyssey. Thought it'd be nice to upload something totally original too.
Kaia was born of a wind spirit and a weather sprite. Due to her mixed heritage, she had a massively brief life span; one year. Despite looking like the other young sprites of her coven, and having the same level of cognizance in a reduced amount of time, nothing could change this one fact. 365 Days. One human year. One day she meets a sprite who doesn't know of her troubles. The two become close friends and form a tight romantic bond within a few months. However as her time grew closer, Kaia's fears started to grow. Threatening to consume her with the dark tempestuous fear roiling within her. One day though, she disappears. Her lover, the sprite known as Dáithí, searches everywhere in the forest for her. Deep within the wood he reaches a clearing where he finds a mother and child cowering behind the dessicated corpse of a knight. Standing over the knight was a dark beast. Covered in fur and scales and void mists. Steeling his resolve, Dáithí slayed the beast, earning a scar across his right arm in the process. As he goes to check on the family, he's stopped by a familiar voice. Turning back to the beast he sees the feathers, scales, and mist start slowly floating away from the body before dissipating in specks of light. At the center of the mist lay Kaia. He ran to her, holding her head against his lap. “Kaia, speak to me! I didn't know! I di-" he stopped talking as Kaia gently placed a finger on his lip. “Thank you, Dáithí." she began, removing her finger from his lips and pressing it to her own. A teardrop fell from her eyes as she looked directly into his eyes. “Thank you for stopping me. For saving me." She paused, as her breathing shuddered. “I love yo-" Before she could finish her sentence there was a large gust of wind and her body dissipated in a flurry of pink and green glowing petals that swirled beautifully into the air before fading away. Dáithí sat there, sobbing. Blood still dripping down his wounded arm. After a few minutes a small hand touched his, and he looked up to see the little girl he had saved. Her mother laid her hand on Dáithí's shoulder. “We can get through this..." She said, nodding at the deceased knight with a fresh tear pricking up in the corner of her eye. And so, the three of them returned to the village. Dáithí helped make them at home in the village proper before opening up a new library to allow any who need help to perhaps find what they need in the adventures and history of those who came before. He vowed to never wield a sword again, and so he didn't. Instead, he picked up the quill. In the quiet dimly lit back room of the library, the lone, scarred man picked up the quill and put it to page. He carefully wrote out the title of his next work...
KAIA