Hello! I'm fairly new writer, so my writting probably sucks, but please, be nice when you review. Just as I little sidenote, I won't introduce the main-main characters (the ones who the entire story revoles around) untill about the third chapter. Also, there is/are a lot of bloodshed, traitorous acts, character deaths, slightly (maybe more than slightly) teenaged themes, and there is at least one case of insanity. Please enjoy, but I suggest that if you are not old enough, you might as well not even start to read this, but then again I may be over-stating this.

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Chapter 1: The Cow Field

Grogily, she sat up and looked around. The grass was a bright green and slick with rain. The field was a beautiful sight with a white-picket fence running its perimeter. Down the field was a herd of dark brown cows. The one full grown bull among them was a frightening figure compared to the others.

The woman, herself, was a beautiful sight to behold. Long, flowing brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. The face of a young woman, but the eyes of a child. All in all, she looked very chaste, even for her age, but a slightly outward belly betrayed that somehow. Her purple garments, soaked with the fresh rain, stuck to her in an uncomfortable but comforting way. On the inside she was aching, confused, and, somehow, lonely. Her memory had mysteriously paled, and she had no clue as to how she had lost it.

The closest cow lifted her head from the glistening grass and trotted up to the woman, "A curious thing, but where did she come from?"

"The sky," a small cow peeked around her, "She came from the sky, Mother. When the sky opened up to shed its tears, she struck the Earth. I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen."

"You two shouldn't be over here," the sudden appearence of the bull made the cows jump, "Even if the human has wings, you are not to be seen with her."

The cows' conversation continued as she looked over her right shoulder and down her back. Sure enough, there were two pearl white wings with spots of mud all over them hanging limply from her back. She flapped them sluggishly to get rid of most of the mud and folded them neatly against her back, lightly covering her purple shirt in mud.

When she turned back to the cows, the mother cow's face was inches away from her face. Hot air was blown in her face as she gasped in surprise. Brown hair flew in odd directions, making an even bigger mess of the woman's mane.

"What do you suppose we do then?" the cow wondered.

"Nothing. We leave her here," the bull turned to walk away, expecting the females to follow.

"Wait, please help me," the woman pleaded, "I don't even know how I got here."

The bull stopped suddenly. He turned his massive head turned slowly, You could understand our conversation?"

"Yes. Is that bad?"

"I'm not completely sure, but it is best to keep this a secret from the humans. They may kill you if, they find out."

She gave the bull a puzzled look, only now slightly noticeing the increasing dampness in her light blue pants.

"You have a power that they could never hold. If they become envious or fearful, you will die."

"Oh," the woman looked down at her jeans. By now, she was on her knees, almost forced to sob.

"Stop trying to make the girl cry, Drewmont," the mother cow looked down at her with sympathy, "I'm Jessy, this is my daughter, Mud Cloud." She nodded to the calf hiding behind her. Then, she turned to the bull but was still talking to the woman, "and that stick-in-the-mud over there is Drewmont!"

"I'm... uh... I'm..," she struggled to remember as it had been a long time since she had last needed to use it, " My name is... Cila."

"Cila?" Jessy looked at her questioningly, but that faded when she saw that Cila was indeed her name, "That's a pretty name."

Cila tried to get to her feet, but lackin the strength to do more than crawl, she quickly ended up on the ground again.

Suddenly, the metalic sound of a latch coming undone came to their ears. Down the field, a few paces from the herd, three men came into the confined area. One, a fully grown man wearing purple robes with strange red markings, was followed by two young men carrying two buckets of feed each. The grown man seemed to be directing them on something.

He lifted up his head, and his brown eyes meet with Cila's. He stumbled in surprise, causing red hair to fall in his face, but the hair was quickly brushed away as his face turned bright red with siething anger. He jestured to the teenaged boys to go get her, and they swiftly obliged.

They slipped up the hill to get her, and all the while, she just sat there giving them an intrepid look with her head cocked to one side. When they finally stumbled their way to her, one siezed her thin arm causing her to wince, "Who are you?"

"I'm-"

He broke in not allowing her to finish, "Never mind. You will answer to Gharlow." Angrily, he picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and began his clumsy decline down the hill. If she had fought him, he would have surely broken something.

At the bottom of the hill, he droped her at the man's feet.

"I am Gharlow, the priest of this... monestary of sorts," the man declared, "State your business here." The man was a vision of terror with his eyes glased over and his arms crossed.

"C-Cila," she said crackingly, obviously frightened.

"What?" he was getting very angry now.

"My name is Cila," she shook.

"I didn't ask your name, you stupid girl! Why, in the name of Gelcon, are you here?!"

"I'm not sure. I don't know how I got here," tears brimmed in her amber eyes and threatened to cascade over the edge.

"Quit your sniveling!" the anger rose in his voice, "How can younot know why your here?" He rose his hand to slap her.

Cila turned her head away and lifted her arm in defence. When he moved to hit her, her snow-colored wings flew out, splatering the remaining mud off on the teenagers standing sort of behind her.

Gharlow stopped his head inches from her face, "What's this?" he mumbled, "These wings are real."

He stood up straight, and she relaxed a little. She flapped her wings to remove all of the ruffles from the silken feathers.

"We will spare you for now. Come," he started off but stopped when she realized that she wasn't following, "Now what's wrong?"

She turned her face down and blushed an embarassed crimson, "I can't stand, much less walk."

He let out an angered groan, but it quickly vanished as he turned to one of the young men, "Carry her," he ordered.

The boy who hadn't carried her down the hill delicately picked her up. As he followed Gharlow,he politely cradled hwer in his arms.

"I really hope this is worth it," Gharlow grumbled under his breath, almost out of earshot.

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Well, that's it for the first chapter. I really need help with my writing, so if you saw something, anything, that you would like to comment or complain about, please tell me. I'll do what I can to improve my writing. Now, gotta go! I'm writing two (three?) stories, I'm working the outlines for one (two?) stories, and reading two books. I'm going to need reviews on the other stories when I start putting them out. Yay! Honestly, if I keep this up, I'll crash before the end of the week. Hehehe.