Talene

Talene called in lamentation, her tears sizzling over her beak and falling hot to the ground. Her mother’s lifeless form lay still beside her, still beautiful, black and red feathers moving softly with the breeze. The demons had come and though her mother had been able to push them back, they had been too many. Talene had never known such agony. She had never seen another of their kind. Her mother had told her that they were the only two left, a race on the extinction. All they had had was one another. This was isolation. Even so, she would carry out the rituals as proscribed. When an Obsid...