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the sweet metallic taste of the others life force. With every swallow, he feels his strength returning, and he is shocked to find the man’s memories filling his mind. Amazed he drinks the man dry, and watches as his wings begin to fill out again. His beautiful ebony feathers are returning, the burns begin to fade and his mind is clear. Tossing the body down, he looks for more.
    With a quick turn Raphaim stalks the two remaining men. The elder is being helped up by one lone warrior and he hears him tell the man to run. Placing his body between the old man and demon he reaches behind him and pulls two smaller daggers readying for a fight. Running as fast as he can, the elder has reached the trees. Raphaim rips the lodged arrow from his shoulder and launches it toward him, striking him through his calf. Pleased he watches as the old man falls to the ground.
    Running toward the other man, Raphaim shifts into wolf form hitting him full force. He wraps his jaws around the man’s head savoring the pop as his canines sink deep, crushing his prey. Shaking and growling he tosses the dead man to the ground, advancing on the elder he shifts back to his demon form.
    Crouching down in front of the trembling elder, Raphaim reaches out and grasps the arrow lodged in his lower leg. "I have questions for you old man; tell me who the girl is!"
"You will get nothing from me!" he says swinging a rock towards his enemies skull, only to have his arm stopped mid way by a clawed hand. With a quick twist Raphaim snaps his arm. Ripping the arrow out of the man’s leg he stabs it through his other arm, and waits for the screaming to subside. "I can do this all night, my friend. Just answer my question and tell me who she is.” Weeping and broken the man looks into the eyes of death and says, "I will never help you demon."
    "So be it" Raphaim replies and shoves a clawed hand straight into his chest grasping his still beating heart. With a slow twist he leans close and whispers "I will get my answers another way." Gently pulling out his prize, he is rewarded as the screaming stops suddenly. Rising from the ground he steps away from the twitching man and lifts the heart to his mouth. Taking a bite his mind is filled instantly with images.
    His eyes glass over and the blood runs unchecked down his face. It is difficult to separate the instant ecstasy of the blood feeding his damaged body; from the information he is being fed. He sees flashes of a girl child being born, a blue flame flaring bright over a stone, the girl practicing with the elders. Other images of her growing and being taught the history of her people. A scroll being unrolled before a young girl and to be taught from it. It is written in ancient language. The images begin to move faster filling his mind, and he drops to his knees. Throwing back his head he stares unbelieving at the night sky.
    The scroll can only be the Book of Watchers! Jumping to his feet, he stretches his wings and is thrilled to see them fully feathered again. Sucking the heart dry, he drops the dried up shell to the ground and walks to the river to wash the blood from his body and wings.
Thinking fast he realizes the importance of what he has found. The book holds the name of the fallen watchers, some call them angels. With the true names of the fallen he would control an army strong enough to make all who hear his name quake with fear. Not only does it hold the names but it also tells the location of where their maker entombed them on earth.
Rising from the river at full strength once more, he launches into the air toward the village. The girl is the key; she is the Keeper of the Light!

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      Icy cold tendrils snake around her bare ankles, wrapping her in its chilly embrace. She does not notice, for her mind is focused on the ethereal beauty of the blue flame. She wonders as it flickers, if she reached out could she touch it? Would it burn hot, or freeze her?
"Ketuwah" she sighs as she