• After killing that man, I charged over to where Jasper lay, breathing shallow breaths. I had no idea why it was this way, I had dragged him into this.
    He was going to die bacause of me.
    "Jasper..." I whispered.
    He only opened his eyes, purple, and bruised. HE watched me with his beautiful green eyes, his black hair strewn around his face with blood. His face was almost drenched in his own blood.
    "Helen..." He smiled, despite the pain it put him through.
    "Don't talk." I told him. I bit my thumb, drawing up my blood.
    With my thumb, I pressed itno his palm, making a mark. I wrote down a letter, in ancient Greek. I kissed it, holding it tight. I winced as the pain shot through me.
    Waving my hand over my injured body, I healed myself. I did the same for him, and all you could see now was blood on his face, without the cuts. His entire body was healed, but sometimes it wasn't enough. I picked him up in my arms, cradling him to my chest.
    "Jasper, please feel better." I asked, starting to walk like I was blind through the woods. I only stared at his face, a tear managing to make it's way out of my control.
    That had been the first time I had cried since about a year ago. About half a century ago, I found out all this crazy stuff, and became what I am.
    And because of what I am, Jasper was dieing.
    I walked on over to Sky, my dragon, climbing on to her back. She was twelve feet long, and very fast. I patted her on her back, and held Jasper closer to me.
    She took off, soaring through the air.
    Dragons were extinct in this time, but she could disapear, blending in with her surroundings.
    That's what she did, using her magic.
    I used my magic, making sure that Jasper was recovering. I kissed his cheek, then watched the night sky all the way home.



    I sat on the armchair in my living room, eyes closed. I couldn't stand to be in that room, when I wasn't sure if Jasper was okay or not.
    All I could see, though, was the fight again.
    With fire in my body, on my arms, I ripped the man to shreds. I wasn't sure of his name, but I think it was Hiroshi. That b*****d, I killed him well. I ripped and tore, killing him before he could take a swipe at me.
    He tried to put up a fight, but was incapable as I incapacitated him by taking away his arms. I burned those, and his blood was all over the floor.
    I spat on the puddle once I was done, looking at it like it was the worst thing in the world.
    Then, I turned my attention to Jasper, dieing on the floor. I didn't care about any of the other people, they were only people who had heard the fight.
    I woke up with a gasp, glancing arund frantically.
    I was certain I didn't want to see that again, so I decided to go check up on Jasper.
    I got up, walking out into the hall, up the flight of stairs, of which still smelled of oak from fifty years ago, when I had first built them.
    I was eighteen, but, truly, I was about sixty eight or something.
    At my eighteenth birthday, I had left home. I had lived alone for a long time, and I had moved away.
    I had built this house, and about five years later, I enrolled in high school, so I could pass off being normal.
    Then, I had met Jasper.
    He had figured out eventually that I was not human, because I was too out of the ordinary. I had a too perfect shape, face and hair. My long blond hair was always well done, my green eyes always bright with the light in my eyes. I wore the best clothes you could find.
    I was immortal, because my mother had been.
    After I had left home, one night I had sat on a cliff, just watching the moon.
    My mother had called me to her realm, the first gate. She was the boss of all the people who were dead. Her name was mother flame.
    My father, controlled hell. He was named father universe.
    I walked to the room where Jasper lay, shaking my head. I opened it softly, walking in and closing the door.
    He didn't breathe this time.
    I knew it was normal, but still, I worried. I wondered if I had done the right thing, doing this to him, so he would be alright.
    Yes, I had.
    I couldn't live without Jasper. A world where he didn't exist, I couldn't immagine that.
    I sat on the bed, as he still didn't breathe, his body motionless.
    "Jasper?" I asked.
    I knew it was irrational, but I still wanted to know if he was alright. For all I knew he could be dead. Immortals didn't breathe while they changed, and their heart didn't thump. Mine sure didn't, and neither was his.
    He opened one eye, and I looked right into emerald green, soft and warm. He opened the other, and sat up slowly. I didn't stop him.
    "Hey Helen." He smiled, giving me a hug.
    I smiled as well, hugging him tightly. "You're alright?"
    "Yes." He told me, letting me go. "But how...?"
    "Umm," I wasn't sure if I wanted him to know.
    "Please tell me." He asked, taking my hands in his. His skin had no temperature, like mine. It was ice cold. "Please tell me, Kiyama."
    I chewed on my lip. "Look in the mirror over there, it will show you." I took my hands out of his.
    "The mirror?" He muttered, but went to see. He froze there, green eyes wide open.
    I got up to stand next to him. "You were going to die." I whispered, remembering. It hurt every time. "I had to."
    "You...?"
    I nodded glumly, starting to walk to the door. He grabbed my arm.
    I turned around to him, wondering as he circled me with his arms.
    "Don't worry, love." He whispered in my ear, his voice sending goosebumps down my spine.
    "Alright." I smiled against his skin, his scent coming in my nose as I rested my head on his shoulder.
    I felt safer when he held me, even as strong as I could be, I felt safer. Everyone did when their true other half does hold them.
    I pulled away form his hug, to take his hand. "Sky wants to know if you're alright. Let's go see her." I told him, smiling.