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This is Karma Revised! I find this version to be more satisfying than my original. There is more detail to the story. Tell me what you think.

Karma (Revised)

Disclaimer: This entire story is a work of Fiction. The plot and characters are owned by the author. If it relates to you in anyway it is a coincidence

Prologue

“Brother! Brother! What’s wrong?” asked a little girl. She looked no older than five, with her large blue eyes and dark hair pulled back into two ponytails at each side of her head. She edged to her brother who was doubled over in pain.

“Raiven,” the boy said. Hurt and torture burned in his words as he tried to speak. “Go away. Leave! Please!” The boy whimpered, and tears poured from his eyes. “Run away!”

“But you’re hurt,” the girl called Raiven said. “I’ll go get Mama and papa. They’ll get you the to the village healer.” She was about to leave when a low snarl ripped from her brother’s throat. He screamed. It sent chills down the girl’s back. “Sivan!” she exclaimed, frightened by the inhuman sound. Her body froze when she looked back at her older brother. “Sivan?” Her only response was a low growl.

Her hunched over brother stood straight. There was something on his back that Raiven had never seen before. He expanded them to reveal two glossy black wings that resembled a bat’s. Sivan looked over his should. His illuminating blue stared directly at her. Then without realizing it, the world began to dissolve. Pain shot through her body and quickly faded into numbness. The last thing she heard was a woman screaming in the distance and the cries of an inhuman creature.

“Sivan, it’s time to wake up,” a man ordered calmly. “We have been summoned by Izasel.” The man’s face was hard looking and was surrounded by long locks of silver hair. The candlelight the he held in his hand made his green eyes shimmer as it danced on the wick.

“I’m getting up,” the boy snapped. “I’m not used to the early morning calls.” Sivan sat up and shook off his weariness. He had only been with his, self-proclaimed, new family for two years. They helped him while he was traumatized from the memories of his slaughtered family. He didn’t understand what happened. All he could remember was an overwhelming feeling of pain. He could recall a warning in the back of his mind, but nothing more.

“Come now boy! Izasel is waiting, and you know that he doesn’t like to wait.” The man lifted Sivan off of the bed with one arm and set him gently on the floor. “He wants to examine you.”

“You could be a littler nicer, Master Tironis,” The boy told his teacher as they left the room.

“And you could be a little quicker. It seems as though my training did nothing for you.” Tironis sighed. “But your fighting skills have improved greatly.” The boy beamed at his teacher. “Now through these doors.” Tironis shoved Sivan through the doors.

He stood in the darkened room. It seemed empty. Sivan adjusted his eye sight and looked around. There were several other people in the room, cloaked and hooded so he couldn’t see their eyes. A shiver ran down his back. Everyone was watching him.

Footsteps padded lightly on the rungs. They were getting closer and lounder. Another cloaked figure stood before him. Sivan could hear his breath wheeze out of his mouth. If memory served him right, this was Izasel.

“Good morning, Sivan,” the man wheezed. “I believe it’s time for your examination. Now, if you please demonstrate for us.” Sivan nodded and obeyed his orders.

Minutes later, a familiar feeling washed over him. His body felt as though it were on fire. He crumpled to the cold floor waiting for the pain to go away. His head was sinning, leaving his eyes open made everything worse.

Then it faded. He crawled to his knees and licked his teeth. Something wasn’t right.

They were sharp, sharper than normal teeth. He blinked. His vision was much clearer and acute. He looked down at his hands and gasped at the odd sight. It looked as though he had been out on the field, working all day. Sivan looked to where Izasel was standing but a veil of long black hair smothered his view.

Slowly and shakily, he looked up and pushed his hair out of his face. A pair of hungry yellow eyes stared at him. Sivan was suddenly lifted off of the floor. Again, pain shot through his body. A sickening snap echoed in the room. Spots littered his sight and an ear-splitting scream filled his sensitive ears.

But everything was beginning to quiet down.

“I have him, my lord,” a man said. Sivan didn’t recognize the voice. “Izasel was about to kill him. If it weren’t me in the pit, he would have succeeded.”

“Good, now get to work on him,” a sharp voice snapped. “And keep him unconscious until we need him.”