I Birth

Danehill, England

March 14th 1701, 12:05am

Myra held her baby girl in her arms and kissed her on the forehead. As a tear fell down her cheek, she knew she could not keep her children, her twins.

Myra: (sadly glancing at her good friend and Angel, Vannaleigh)Are you sure this is the best plan? I love my children and want the best for them; I just wish the circumstance were better for them.

Vannaleigh: I have a strong feeling about them, about Christovao and Arabella. Something tells me God would want this.

Myra: But it goes against the Destroyers highest law: that all nephilim must be killed. (her voice cracked at the word “killed”)

Vanna: I don’t care what the Destroyers laws are. I have a feeling. And, well, if is isn’t what God would have wanted and He sees fit to punish me—so be it.

Myra: okay. I just hate that it will take twenty years before they are safe from death.

With that, Myra lit a candle and held two pendants in her right hand. She began to chant.

Myra: Thy forces all around us, I call upon thee. I ask you to bless these pendants with protection of all thee, so mote it be!

Blowing out the candle, she pressed a pendant to each child’s forehead and then looped them around their necks.

Myra: here (handing a child into each of Vannaleigh’s arms). I’m sure I will see you all someday. Sooner than later, preferably. ( A wry grin eased on her cheeks)

Vanna: (kissing Myra’s left cheek) I hope so too. I love you, Myra. You are a good woman.

Watching Vannaleigh disappear in the distance in the matter of seconds, Myra thought back to the day Aka Manah seduced her with his charm. She knew who he was, but his lore captivated her.

Danehill, England

June 12th 1700, 9:00pm

Aka Manah: Excuse me, Madam. I was just hoping that your kin had a place for me to stay for the evening; for you see, I am a nomad.

Nineteen year old Myra, looked at the shaggy dressed man. His manner seemed that of a gentleman and had a face of an angel. Cordially, Myra invited Aka into her home to meet her parents.

Myra: Momma, Papa? This fellow here says he is a nomad and needs a place to stay for the evening. May he stay in the loft?

Turning around, Myra no longer saw Aka Manah. Her face turned red as her parents confused expressions glared at her. Embarrassed and confused herself, Myra ran back outside to her favorite spot under an old oak tree.

Aka Manah: Don’t be afraid.

Myra: (looking up to see the man who had appeared before) I don’t understand. Why did you disappear a moment ago? I thought you needed a place to stay, but then left as soon as I requested your stay to my parents.

Aka: I did not really come for need of a place to stay. (holding out his hand, he assisted Myra to her feet) I came in search of you.

Before Myra could speak, Aka Manah embraced her in a kiss.

Aka: Did you know, Myra, that your family lineage is that of great and powerful witches for centuries?

Myra: How did you know my name was Myra? And what is this talk of family witchery?

Aka: Because, my darling, I am no ordinary being. And it is because you are not an ordinary human as to how I am even capable of speaking to you right now.

Myra: what do you mean? What are you then? And why did you seek me out?

Aka: I am a supernatural being and the only reason you can see me is because are a supernatural being also. Come.

Myra followed Aka, as if in a trance. He led her into the woods where he layed her down and layed himself upon her.

Danehill, England

August 12th 1700, 4:00pm

Deep in the woods

The bright sun shone on Myra’s face, but it was no ordinary light she stared at, and it certainly was not the sun. It continued to come closer and its form appeared as a woman. This was not the first angel Myra had seen since the incident with the strange, yet intriguing man two months prior. Several angels had visited her, curious of the rumors about the conception of new nephilim. Yet this one was different. She had not come to gawk over Myra’s situation.

Vannaleigh: Myra? Myra. Yes, thank goodness I found you.

Myra: Who are you? Many have visited. They seem to believe I am with child.

Vanna: I’m afraid, dear, that you are. I am here for another reason though. You have only met the curious ones who mean you no harm. But they are coming for you, for your children!

Myra: They who? (alarm  sounded, for fear of what they were coming for)

Vanna: They are called Destroyers. Their sole purpose is to seek and destroy all nephilim.

Myra: Why? What is wrong with nephilim?

Vanna: They are potential hazards to the balance of the spiritual and physical whelms. They are not limited strictly to the laws of the Angels and Demons of the spiritual whelm. They can walk as man, yet become fully immortal at the age of twenty. That is why the Destroyers seek to kill them before then. A nephilim will cease to exist all together if the Destroyers succeed at klling them.

Myra: But then why have you come? You are not a destroyer, or are you?

Vanna: I am not. I have actually come to help you!

Myra: Why though? If nephilim are such a threat to the spiritual whelm, why would you help save them?

Vanna: Because, Myra, there is something special about your children. I can feel it! I have a strong feeling they are meant for something great!

Myra: They?! More than one?!

Vanna: Twins. A boy and a girl. I know. How am I to know that. It’s my gift. Intuition. We must save them, but in the mean time, I need you to practice.

Myra: Practice what?

Vanna: Your powers! You are a witch, you know?

Myra: Oh, I know. I just don’t know anything about being a witch. Apparently, it comes from my mother’s side, but she has refused to accept it. She herself never practiced it. Thought she would be caught and accused. I don’t think—

Vanna: Um no. You must practice it if you wish to save your children! And I can help you. I’ve known many witches over the years. Besides all you really have to be able to do is create a strong enough cloaking spell to hide their aura from the Destroyer till they’re twenty.

Myra: sure, all I have to do is such a small spell to hide them from an Angel army of Destroyers Hell bent on destroying all nephilim.

Vanna: That, and I will always be there helping detour them just in case.

Danehill, March 14, 1701 1am

Myra felt a chill ease down her spine. Something was coming she knew her children would be safe for sure now. Vannaleigh had them and was taking them to the Americas. The cloaking spell was in effect, so she at least knew her children were safe. But the unnerving sense that death was coming gripped her.

Over the horizon she could see a growing light. There were many of them, too many for her to count: Destroyers. They were beautiful. Each one was unique, yet the same somehow. Swords were present in every hand. Although their faces were not even human, Myra could tell they were engulfed with rage. The largest of them all approached her. He was the leader apparently.

Leader: Are you Myra, the mother of Aka Manah's offspring?

Myra: Yes? (She almost didn't want to answer because she knew what they wanted.)

Leader: You are aware you have committed a crime by birthing the forbidden nephelometer and hiding them instead of turning them over to us.

Myra: Yes! Of course I do.

Leader: Where are they then? If you cooperate, we will spare your life.

Myra: And if I don't? (Myra stood ready to defend herself, regardless if the effort was futile)

Leader: Death.

Leader glanced over at his second-in-command, who served as the executioner. He rose his sword, but before he could bring it down on Myra, she vanished before their eyes. She had performed a relocation spell, transporting herself to the other side of the field they were in.

Leader: Are you foolish?! You cannot escape! Not even with your petty witch powers.

The second-in-command flashes over to her, but she transported herself again and again to several locations across the field.

Leader: Your magic is weak, is it not? You can't even go very far without it giving out! (With one wave of his hand, the entire army if Destroyers descended upon Myra)

Myra knew this was it, but she also knew that she did not want to go down without at least some of a fight. A flick of her wrist thew out a small ball of fire. It was enough to send one Destroyer to its knees. Another fire ball and another fell. They descended on her but she was able to transport yet again. Appearing this time in the midst of the army, a Destroyer caught her with his blade piercing we through the heart. Her body fell limp.

Myra: They are worth saving (she muttered her last words as the Destroyer tossed her body aside)

Leader: (glaring down at Myra's mangled body) Such a waste. Your witch magic alone is no match for an army if Destroyers. (Turning to face the army) We must act fast! We must find the Nephilim before it's too late.