Arthelia's Awakening: Evil

by Nincumpoop/White_Vixen_Crystal

I awoke into this world as a feeble silver swirled egg...different from Griffen's egg, which was gold speckled and grey.

Griffen was the first thing I saw when I hatched out of my shattered shell, his silver face peering down at me. My parents were behind me; my mother was dark and cold while my father was a cheerful Eyrie. They were opposites. My mother had blackish feathers as my father kept a handsome golden tint in his wings and mane aside from his silver body. But somehow my father had courted my mother; perhaps she was less evil before who knows.

I was a quick learner and always listened to my father and Griffen with bright eyes. I wondered at times where my mother had drifted off to, but I had never had a close relationship with her so I did not miss her. I grew fast, becoming fonder and fonder of Griffen everyday. He was my idol. I loved him a lot. He had started an old clan from the past, before I was born. Dark Skye he called it. I wanted to be in it and help him with it but I was far too young at the moment.

One day, my father broke the news to me. I wasn't from the same mother as Griffen was. But it never made any difference. He warned me of my mother, I did not know why! He told me that hunters had taken Griffen’s mother for her beautiful coat. They were after him too...I was shocked only slightly. I snuggled close to my father, purring loudly. I loved him greatly though I never said so.

"It doesn't matter...as long as you and Griffen are by me, I will be safe."

It began to pour and lightening crashing nearby. My father was nowhere in sight so Griffen had to protect me from the rain with his large wings. We had not seen my father for many moons...we worried of his disappearance everyday. Griffen held me close while the wind blew hard. Suddenly a loud groaning crack was heard...I only remember darkness.

I woke in the middle of the night to find me enwrapped in Griffen's wings on the forest floor. The tree had been tipped over by lightening, leaving us on the leaf littered ground. Griffen had hurt his left paw and could not fly us up into another tree. He limped with me close to him, over to a log...he told me to stay in the log and not come out for he had to go scan the Clan's land for father. I nodded obediently with tears streaming down my face as I watched him go limping into the darkness of the night. I soon fell asleep again, exhausted.

A mighty push awoke me this time, causing me to cry out in pain. I opened my eyes and made the figure out of a sleek Eyrie before me. I trotted over to her, thinking it might be Griffen. I was wrong. Bad mistake. It was the first time I ever-disobeyed Griffen's order. The female Eyrie slashed at my forehead. I cried out in pain, but soon realized my voice had turned to nothing. It hurt to scream. She cackled evilly and smeared some gooey paste onto my throbbing forehead. This paste stung, making me want to scream even more. The paste had started to work it's magic on me...I was able to see better in the night. I saw this Eyrie's features... MY MOTHER! It was she! I thought I was going to feel overwhelmed with pain and fear but I didn't. I felt strangely happy. My dusty grey feathers faded till they were jet black with my beautiful mane turned blood red. She wrapped a band around my forehead, smiling down at me. She whispered in my ear these words.. "You are one with me, my child." And with that she left...I was feeling more different... I began to feel oddly angry and happy at the same time. A flash of white was seen in the darkness with my keen eyes. I heard its breath. I lunged towards it, tearing at it with my talons. It was a Lupe who had come to hunt me. I turned the tables this time. I cackled, sending the Lupe whimpering helplessly.

Griffen swooped down, landing on me and hurling me off the Lupe, onto the ground. I hissed at him, rage in my eyes. He glared at me, obviously curious and angry about my new form. I lashed out at him and ran away from him at lightening speed. I smirked, feeling wickedly proud of what I did. My thoughts (although I did not realize it) made me think that Griffen held me back all this time. And I had finally freed myself from my horrid brother’s wrath.

Now, over many years I have found myself running loose, causing chaos around Neopia's land. I grinned at all my evil deeds for this world. Once, on one of my "expeditions" I ran into my own kind...his burning red eyes baring into my own. I felt obliged to submit myself to him. His aura was strong, making me feel weak in his presence. I bowed down to him, my beak touching the ground. He snickered, letting me do my job. A few others were behind him, all looking dark as well. But none matched to him. I rose from my bow, only to be pushed down once again by another Eyrie I stopped and fell to the ground. I heard chuckles when the lead Eyrie suddenly screeching loudly. They all stopped laughing. I felt fury rising up my throat. I rose again to my paws, letting out a rebellious snarl as I did. He smirked and allowed me to stay on my paws. I glared at him. He spoke, his voice cold.

"Welcome to my clan, Arthelia. We have been awaiting you." So thus, I left my brother and went into the darkness. Even though my brother was the most important thing in my life when I was a hatchling, now he seemed like my enemy. But when I look at him to this day, even though I am not in his clan I shudder. I obey him vaguely..but enough to please him. I have an instinct to obey him...as if I learned from my experience before. We never became any closer though often Griffen made sure I stayed away from dangers that were life threatening. I stayed close to Tahovhan and obeyed his every command. He was my lord now. Not Griffen. Or was Griffen ever my lord? I had become what my mother was. Evil.

The End