Savrin
Chapter 2: The Life Of A Savrin
Tristan's POV:
I woke up in a daze, the fog of sleep still hung heavily on my brain. I had been passed
out for some time now, a blow to the head, I decided, had put me there. Groaning, I strained my
self, pulling my body up. My breath caught in my throat as a young woman stood before me.
Standing tall, she placed her hands on her slender hips wrapped in a soft purple cloth,
embroidered with gold. Her hair hung down in ringlets around a pale face and smirking red lips.
"A future Savrin..." she hissed.
"Wha..." my mind was fuzzy, *A Savrin?"
She didn't get another word in as two figures came through an opposing door. Raising my
head from my position lying face down on the floor, I looked to the noise. One was a man,
very tall and muscular looking, with the walking stance of looking for trouble. His eyebrows
were furrowed, looking straight at the mysterious woman. A figure, smaller than the man, was
wrapped in a cloak, hiding the sex of the person. Getting up, I stood in shock amongst people
who I did not know. Men of all shapes and sizes, mainly dressed in dark greys and blacks, stood
around me, arms crossed, looking rather unhappy. The cloaked figure disappeared, as the man
pushed his way through the crowd.
"Expect me to run?" The red head sneered.
A strong hand grabbed my shoulder, and I was pulled back towards the man. The smell of
wood smoke and booze hovered around him, making me naseous.
"These men will kill you." He whispered in my ear.
My mind sped up slightly. Being a seasoned gambler, I was used to having my life in
jeopardy with lost bets and angry men. Raising my nose at the crowd before me, I questioned
this,
"Will you kill me?"
Hesitantly, nods and shakes of the head made their rounds around the crowd. I backed up,
now unsure of my position. I looked around myself, peering around for an escape. Having no clue
where I was, my hands became sweaty. I was in a tavern of some sort. The thick wood of beams
and tables littered the room. Suddenly, a grunt was heard behind me. The man had punched
someone, and soon a fight ensued. The grey clothed men dog pilled on me, restraining my
movement. Yelling loudly and cursing, I fought for an escape. It was then I noticed her. She
stood up on top of the table, seemingly unaware of the situation around her. Her pink dress
stood out amongst the drab colors of the other men. Her honey-brown hair was pulled back
halfway, accenting her delicate facial features. Behind her, her pristine white wings were
folded. For a moment I forgot about the pain I was in.
A punch to the face brought me back, and I scrambled to get up. My rage grew, and I bit
one of the men. He howled in pain, and this created chaos in the dog pile. Throwing off the
last of the men, I got up, with full intentions of running towards the girl. She was now
hovering above the crowd, next to the black clothed man who was throwing his axe about in a
wild manner. Somehow I knew what was to happen before it did.
"Watch out!" Stretching my hand, I begged for the axe to stop as it turned end over end
in the air. I saw the silver blade lodge in her back, a squirt of blood erupting from the
delicate skin. She did not fight it, but merely sunk to the ground, and became unconscious.
The mysterious man let out a fearful scream of rage, throwing his head back and flexing his
muscles. Fixing his eyes on the woman across the room, he started throwing bodies, making his
way over to her.
"Command your men to stop, Arista, and I'll let you live another day."
The witch smiled at him, challenging him with her eyes, taunting him. With a quick,
fluid motion, his large hand encircled her smooth neck, robbing her of hair. Men soon began
punching me again, and I was unable to keep my eyes on anything as I fought for air. I started
to see stars as my arms were held, and two men punched me relentlessly in my ribs. Suddenly,
the men disappeared in puffs of smoke, and I fell to the ground. Making loud gasping breaths,
I stayed on my hands and knees, sucking in all the air I could. The room now stood empty, all
except for the girl and man.
Not meeting my gaze, he picked up the girl, "Follow me." He started to make his way
towards the open door, not looking back to see if I followed. Steadying my nerves, I pushed
myself up, and limped over to his retreating form. He said nothing as he crossed the dirt road,
and made his way into the woods across the street. He took long strides, and the look of
determination was etched over every inch of his face. As soon as the street was out of sight,
he knelt down, laying the girls body on the dead leaves. He placed a hand on my chest, pushing
me back.
The woods remained still for a moment, the sound of birds in the tree tops were all I
could hear.
"What the hell.." I began.
An angry face met mine, "Shut the hell up!" He turned back to the unconscious girl,
watching intently. An amazing transformation began to take place before my very eyes. The sun
light began to grow in intensity as it filtered through the lime green leaves of the trees. It
was then I noticed movement along the forest floor. A tiny purple flower began to tremble.
Slowly a green root reached above the surface, then another, forming legs. Making its way over
to the fallen girl, it made little tsking and clicking noises. As if on cue, several more
flowers, in all colors and sizes imaginable, began to appear from the surrounding trees. I
watched in pure amazement with my mouth hanging open, as they gathered around her. Leaning in,
they pressed their petals to her smooth skin, lingering for only a few moments. As quickly as
the ritual began, the flowers departed, back to the unknown parts of the woods.
Her eyes began to flutter, and she let out a groan before coming fully back to reality.
Amazing brown eyes looked towards me, then my companion. The man aproached her as she out
stretched her hand. Taking hold, he hoisted her up onto her feet.
A soft smile took form on her lips, "You have to be more careful." Then, she stepped
towards me, granting me with a soft smile, "You must be Tristan." Her voice sounded like a
swaying ocean breeze, "I'm Satu, and this is my partner, Raphael. You must know what we are by
now."
********************************************
A half hour later the pair and I entered a dingy tavern. Making our way past the drunks,
some of whom I knew, Raphael secured us a table in the corner. Sounds of gambling, yelling,
and various cat-calls filled my ears as I sat on a stool across from the pair. A passing bar
maid handed us hot apple cider, on the house, and left us. It was Satu that began the
conversation.
"Tristan, we both have very important news for you. Something that will change your
life." Nodding, I motion for her to go on. "You are going to become a Savrin."
I sat back, absorbing this. I didn't know what to think, though I knew it was not
something I had been planning for.
"Me?"
Smiling again, she nodded.
"And you have no choice," Raphael stated, "You have to do this."
I now leaned forward, taking the news as a threat, "And if I don't?"
A glance was exchanged between the two, and Satu spoke, "That's impossible, because you
will."
"Bullshit!" Pushing my stool backwards, I began to leave the table. A warm hand on my
forearm stopped me from my actions.
"Please, sit down," he voice begged, "We cannot draw attention to ourselves!" As my eyes
met hers, I sat down again.
"Raphael, will you get me some water? This cider has left my throat a little too warm
I'm afraid."
Crossing his arms, he looked towards the girl, "You can get it yourself."
"But Raphael," she whined, "The men in this room scare me." Her eyes began to water, and
began to look weak, "What if I get...attacked?" She finished her statement in a scared whisper.
Defeated, Raphael left on his mission. Turning back to me, Satu began to speak.
"I know this is a shock, especially since you are who you are. Not many sinful men such
as you get a divine intervention such as this."
I watched her pink lips move, but I barely heard the words. This girl eminated everything
a true Savrin should be; warmth, compassion, understanding, patience. One could almost feel
the purity radiating off of her. I watched her cloak twitch, betraying the fact the wings
were hidden beneath the cloth.
"But I need you to train with me, it's imperative that you do so."
My curiosity became peaked. Savrins were messengers, guides with mixed reputations, and
I didn't know what to make of this pair. Her expression darkened, and became more serious.
"Raphael is falling, and falling fast. Notice he doesn't have wings. If he doesn't make
it, and loses his powers completely, you will need to take his place. However, if I can save
him, you will train, then go off in search for a partner of your own. But please keep mum about
this, he doesn't know his placement is in jeopardy."
The clunk of a heavy mug broke the stair the two of us were locked in. I struggled with
this information. Now taking in Raphael, his deep scowl and dark clothing, I realized that he
did not have the shimmering white wings that Satu did. His arms were littered with scars and
bruises, and his blue eyes were scanning the room, seeking out any threatening people.
"You say I need a partner?"
"Yes, you do..."
"Have you ever even dealt with a Savrin before?" Raphaels deep voice interrupted. I shook
my head no. Of course I heard various stories about them, but never thought I'd be drinking in
a bar with two of them.
"We always travel in a pair, male and female." his voice seemed offended.
"Why?"
"Because, we find it works best," Satu's gentle voice answered my question, "It's like
yin and yang, so to speak. We balance each other out. I do the defensive work, while Raphael
does the offensive. The man is more headstrong, the woman is more emotional. The female does
the mind control and nature aspects, while the man does the physical control and the mechanical
points of a job. Though this might seem sexiest and labeling, once the perfect blend of these
personalities is achieved, a team can work wonders. Let's go outside."
The day was warm, and fresh air reached my lungs as we left the tavern.
"I'll go get our horse, and we'll be on our way."
"Our way where?" I asked.
"Looking for trouble, or as Satu puts it, 'people we can help'"
Left alone with Raphael, I became aprehensive. He looked about my size and age, if he was
not slightly taller. We both had the same muscular build, though it was his temper he seemed to
carry that intimidated me so. I watched as he pulled out a thin white stick from his pocket,
placing it between his lips. With a strike of a match, he caught the end of it on fire, and it
began to smoke. He inhaled this, then let it out with a puff in the air.
"What is that?" Though I had seen many things in my own adventures, this was new to me.
"Oh, this?" He held the stick in front of his eyes as if he too, was studying it for the
first time, "it's called a cigarette. Something from Earth Satu brings back for me."
My eyes got wide, "You go to Earth?"
A scowl appeared on his face, "No no, I said Satu goes to Earth. I haven't projected
myself there in ages." Letting out another puff of smoke he continued, "And of the things I
miss the most, cigarettes are one of them."
Looking at me more closely, he took the cigarette away from his lips, and held it between
his index and pointer finger.
"Don't let Satu fool you, she's a tough doll. Right now, she's on a very classified
assignment on Earth, helping a lost boy or something like that."
My mind became boggled with a very simple question, "How do you know what or who to
help?"
A frustrated sigh came from his lips, and he looked towards the sky, "The Goddess will
give us assignments, such as you, or this boy on Earth. Other times we just find them. Satu
seems to sense when people need her, but I can't sense that anymore."
"You lost that power?"
By the sharpness that now appeared in his eyes, I can tell that I had truly offended him
this time, "No, I'm saying people are getting greedy and selfish. All they do is take, and it's
a Savrin's job to put up with it. Why do you think we only project to Earth, instead of live
there like we do here? It's because people on Earth started to take advantage of the Savrins,
and we had to leave, settling here exclusively."
"It's a shame, really." Satu's tiny voice interrupted, and we began to walk down the
bustling market street. The road was full of street vendors, shoppers, and thieves. I stuck
close to the pair, and hung on every word Satu was telling me.
"We could have done alot of great work on Earth, helping the people in various ways.
They call us 'Angels' there, and they call what we do 'miracles'. Keep that in mind if you ever
go to Earth. Anyway, miracles used to happen on Earth all the time, so much that they were an
everyday occurance. Now they are far and few between. People have gotten colder on Earth,
making it hard to help them, and sometimes we have to give up."
Her voice stilled, and she became lost in thought.
"Like the punk she is trying to help now," Raphael interrupted, "Can't get a word out of
him, she tells me. Says all he does is get upset and start rocking back and forth."
"No matter," her voice became stern, "That's none of your business, but mine. And I'd get
yourself and innocent to save really soon, Raphael. You haven't saved one in awhile."
Raphael became upset, his temper flaring. I could tell he wanted to yell at us, but
instead, opted to strive several paces infront of us, with his fists clenched.
"Don't let his temper bother you. He's Mister Tough-Guy. Anyway, a Savrin keeps his or
her wings by doing good deeds and saving innocents. Go long enough without doing one, and you
lose your wings. Start to turn towards sin, and you lose your powers, and therefore, your
Savrin-ship."
The crowd began to thin now, as we reached the outskirts of town. The road became nearly
empty, except for the occasional traveler on horse. The day was beautiful, for the sun was
shinning down brightly on us. The road became shaded, due to the numerous trees lining the
road, and I could smell the tangy scent of pine. I suddenly realized that I was basically just
walking out of town, taking nothing with me, saying good-byes to no one. This didn't matter
though, I had no one to say good-bye to, no family, no friends. I held no real Earthly
possessions that I cared about. Being a regular at the gambling tables, I basically dealt all
my possessions away with bad hands. I became curious, even excited, with what I had to learn
from these two. I wasn't looking forward to being all goody-goody like Satu, but didn't want to
lose my wings like Raphael. Well, I didn't want to lose them if they gave me something good.
Now that we were a mile or so away from town, Satu took off her cloak, letting her wings
spread for a second. They were magnificent. Each wing had to be five feet in length, bursting
full of fluffy white feathers. I had never seen a white so pure before, and if the light hit
them right, they seemed to sparkle. Now that her stretch was over, she folded them wordlessly
behind her back. I quickened my pace to keep up with her.
"I hate wearing that thing. It's like I can't breathe. You'll soon find out there's
mixed reputations about us, so we find it convenient to hide. Right now that witch, Arista, is
the one on our back. She wants Raphael. You'll have to deal with all this when you get your
wings. You know as well as I that Savrin wings are cut off, then sold on the black market as
trophy prizes."
I nodded my head yes, remembering the times I had been with mates of mine gawking over
a set of wings spread over a peddlers table, the stumps still bloody. I then began to fear for
my life in this job.
"Don't worry," Satu stopped walking, and placed her tiny hand on my arm, "You'll learn
to accept this in a little bit. Once you save your first innocent, you'll see what it's all
about. Trust me, you'll learn to love it in time."
She graced me with a wide grin, and we continued forward.
Chapter 2: The Life Of A Savrin
Tristan's POV:
I woke up in a daze, the fog of sleep still hung heavily on my brain. I had been passed
out for some time now, a blow to the head, I decided, had put me there. Groaning, I strained my
self, pulling my body up. My breath caught in my throat as a young woman stood before me.
Standing tall, she placed her hands on her slender hips wrapped in a soft purple cloth,
embroidered with gold. Her hair hung down in ringlets around a pale face and smirking red lips.
"A future Savrin..." she hissed.
"Wha..." my mind was fuzzy, *A Savrin?"
She didn't get another word in as two figures came through an opposing door. Raising my
head from my position lying face down on the floor, I looked to the noise. One was a man,
very tall and muscular looking, with the walking stance of looking for trouble. His eyebrows
were furrowed, looking straight at the mysterious woman. A figure, smaller than the man, was
wrapped in a cloak, hiding the sex of the person. Getting up, I stood in shock amongst people
who I did not know. Men of all shapes and sizes, mainly dressed in dark greys and blacks, stood
around me, arms crossed, looking rather unhappy. The cloaked figure disappeared, as the man
pushed his way through the crowd.
"Expect me to run?" The red head sneered.
A strong hand grabbed my shoulder, and I was pulled back towards the man. The smell of
wood smoke and booze hovered around him, making me naseous.
"These men will kill you." He whispered in my ear.
My mind sped up slightly. Being a seasoned gambler, I was used to having my life in
jeopardy with lost bets and angry men. Raising my nose at the crowd before me, I questioned
this,
"Will you kill me?"
Hesitantly, nods and shakes of the head made their rounds around the crowd. I backed up,
now unsure of my position. I looked around myself, peering around for an escape. Having no clue
where I was, my hands became sweaty. I was in a tavern of some sort. The thick wood of beams
and tables littered the room. Suddenly, a grunt was heard behind me. The man had punched
someone, and soon a fight ensued. The grey clothed men dog pilled on me, restraining my
movement. Yelling loudly and cursing, I fought for an escape. It was then I noticed her. She
stood up on top of the table, seemingly unaware of the situation around her. Her pink dress
stood out amongst the drab colors of the other men. Her honey-brown hair was pulled back
halfway, accenting her delicate facial features. Behind her, her pristine white wings were
folded. For a moment I forgot about the pain I was in.
A punch to the face brought me back, and I scrambled to get up. My rage grew, and I bit
one of the men. He howled in pain, and this created chaos in the dog pile. Throwing off the
last of the men, I got up, with full intentions of running towards the girl. She was now
hovering above the crowd, next to the black clothed man who was throwing his axe about in a
wild manner. Somehow I knew what was to happen before it did.
"Watch out!" Stretching my hand, I begged for the axe to stop as it turned end over end
in the air. I saw the silver blade lodge in her back, a squirt of blood erupting from the
delicate skin. She did not fight it, but merely sunk to the ground, and became unconscious.
The mysterious man let out a fearful scream of rage, throwing his head back and flexing his
muscles. Fixing his eyes on the woman across the room, he started throwing bodies, making his
way over to her.
"Command your men to stop, Arista, and I'll let you live another day."
The witch smiled at him, challenging him with her eyes, taunting him. With a quick,
fluid motion, his large hand encircled her smooth neck, robbing her of hair. Men soon began
punching me again, and I was unable to keep my eyes on anything as I fought for air. I started
to see stars as my arms were held, and two men punched me relentlessly in my ribs. Suddenly,
the men disappeared in puffs of smoke, and I fell to the ground. Making loud gasping breaths,
I stayed on my hands and knees, sucking in all the air I could. The room now stood empty, all
except for the girl and man.
Not meeting my gaze, he picked up the girl, "Follow me." He started to make his way
towards the open door, not looking back to see if I followed. Steadying my nerves, I pushed
myself up, and limped over to his retreating form. He said nothing as he crossed the dirt road,
and made his way into the woods across the street. He took long strides, and the look of
determination was etched over every inch of his face. As soon as the street was out of sight,
he knelt down, laying the girls body on the dead leaves. He placed a hand on my chest, pushing
me back.
The woods remained still for a moment, the sound of birds in the tree tops were all I
could hear.
"What the hell.." I began.
An angry face met mine, "Shut the hell up!" He turned back to the unconscious girl,
watching intently. An amazing transformation began to take place before my very eyes. The sun
light began to grow in intensity as it filtered through the lime green leaves of the trees. It
was then I noticed movement along the forest floor. A tiny purple flower began to tremble.
Slowly a green root reached above the surface, then another, forming legs. Making its way over
to the fallen girl, it made little tsking and clicking noises. As if on cue, several more
flowers, in all colors and sizes imaginable, began to appear from the surrounding trees. I
watched in pure amazement with my mouth hanging open, as they gathered around her. Leaning in,
they pressed their petals to her smooth skin, lingering for only a few moments. As quickly as
the ritual began, the flowers departed, back to the unknown parts of the woods.
Her eyes began to flutter, and she let out a groan before coming fully back to reality.
Amazing brown eyes looked towards me, then my companion. The man aproached her as she out
stretched her hand. Taking hold, he hoisted her up onto her feet.
A soft smile took form on her lips, "You have to be more careful." Then, she stepped
towards me, granting me with a soft smile, "You must be Tristan." Her voice sounded like a
swaying ocean breeze, "I'm Satu, and this is my partner, Raphael. You must know what we are by
now."
********************************************
A half hour later the pair and I entered a dingy tavern. Making our way past the drunks,
some of whom I knew, Raphael secured us a table in the corner. Sounds of gambling, yelling,
and various cat-calls filled my ears as I sat on a stool across from the pair. A passing bar
maid handed us hot apple cider, on the house, and left us. It was Satu that began the
conversation.
"Tristan, we both have very important news for you. Something that will change your
life." Nodding, I motion for her to go on. "You are going to become a Savrin."
I sat back, absorbing this. I didn't know what to think, though I knew it was not
something I had been planning for.
"Me?"
Smiling again, she nodded.
"And you have no choice," Raphael stated, "You have to do this."
I now leaned forward, taking the news as a threat, "And if I don't?"
A glance was exchanged between the two, and Satu spoke, "That's impossible, because you
will."
"Bullshit!" Pushing my stool backwards, I began to leave the table. A warm hand on my
forearm stopped me from my actions.
"Please, sit down," he voice begged, "We cannot draw attention to ourselves!" As my eyes
met hers, I sat down again.
"Raphael, will you get me some water? This cider has left my throat a little too warm
I'm afraid."
Crossing his arms, he looked towards the girl, "You can get it yourself."
"But Raphael," she whined, "The men in this room scare me." Her eyes began to water, and
began to look weak, "What if I get...attacked?" She finished her statement in a scared whisper.
Defeated, Raphael left on his mission. Turning back to me, Satu began to speak.
"I know this is a shock, especially since you are who you are. Not many sinful men such
as you get a divine intervention such as this."
I watched her pink lips move, but I barely heard the words. This girl eminated everything
a true Savrin should be; warmth, compassion, understanding, patience. One could almost feel
the purity radiating off of her. I watched her cloak twitch, betraying the fact the wings
were hidden beneath the cloth.
"But I need you to train with me, it's imperative that you do so."
My curiosity became peaked. Savrins were messengers, guides with mixed reputations, and
I didn't know what to make of this pair. Her expression darkened, and became more serious.
"Raphael is falling, and falling fast. Notice he doesn't have wings. If he doesn't make
it, and loses his powers completely, you will need to take his place. However, if I can save
him, you will train, then go off in search for a partner of your own. But please keep mum about
this, he doesn't know his placement is in jeopardy."
The clunk of a heavy mug broke the stair the two of us were locked in. I struggled with
this information. Now taking in Raphael, his deep scowl and dark clothing, I realized that he
did not have the shimmering white wings that Satu did. His arms were littered with scars and
bruises, and his blue eyes were scanning the room, seeking out any threatening people.
"You say I need a partner?"
"Yes, you do..."
"Have you ever even dealt with a Savrin before?" Raphaels deep voice interrupted. I shook
my head no. Of course I heard various stories about them, but never thought I'd be drinking in
a bar with two of them.
"We always travel in a pair, male and female." his voice seemed offended.
"Why?"
"Because, we find it works best," Satu's gentle voice answered my question, "It's like
yin and yang, so to speak. We balance each other out. I do the defensive work, while Raphael
does the offensive. The man is more headstrong, the woman is more emotional. The female does
the mind control and nature aspects, while the man does the physical control and the mechanical
points of a job. Though this might seem sexiest and labeling, once the perfect blend of these
personalities is achieved, a team can work wonders. Let's go outside."
The day was warm, and fresh air reached my lungs as we left the tavern.
"I'll go get our horse, and we'll be on our way."
"Our way where?" I asked.
"Looking for trouble, or as Satu puts it, 'people we can help'"
Left alone with Raphael, I became aprehensive. He looked about my size and age, if he was
not slightly taller. We both had the same muscular build, though it was his temper he seemed to
carry that intimidated me so. I watched as he pulled out a thin white stick from his pocket,
placing it between his lips. With a strike of a match, he caught the end of it on fire, and it
began to smoke. He inhaled this, then let it out with a puff in the air.
"What is that?" Though I had seen many things in my own adventures, this was new to me.
"Oh, this?" He held the stick in front of his eyes as if he too, was studying it for the
first time, "it's called a cigarette. Something from Earth Satu brings back for me."
My eyes got wide, "You go to Earth?"
A scowl appeared on his face, "No no, I said Satu goes to Earth. I haven't projected
myself there in ages." Letting out another puff of smoke he continued, "And of the things I
miss the most, cigarettes are one of them."
Looking at me more closely, he took the cigarette away from his lips, and held it between
his index and pointer finger.
"Don't let Satu fool you, she's a tough doll. Right now, she's on a very classified
assignment on Earth, helping a lost boy or something like that."
My mind became boggled with a very simple question, "How do you know what or who to
help?"
A frustrated sigh came from his lips, and he looked towards the sky, "The Goddess will
give us assignments, such as you, or this boy on Earth. Other times we just find them. Satu
seems to sense when people need her, but I can't sense that anymore."
"You lost that power?"
By the sharpness that now appeared in his eyes, I can tell that I had truly offended him
this time, "No, I'm saying people are getting greedy and selfish. All they do is take, and it's
a Savrin's job to put up with it. Why do you think we only project to Earth, instead of live
there like we do here? It's because people on Earth started to take advantage of the Savrins,
and we had to leave, settling here exclusively."
"It's a shame, really." Satu's tiny voice interrupted, and we began to walk down the
bustling market street. The road was full of street vendors, shoppers, and thieves. I stuck
close to the pair, and hung on every word Satu was telling me.
"We could have done alot of great work on Earth, helping the people in various ways.
They call us 'Angels' there, and they call what we do 'miracles'. Keep that in mind if you ever
go to Earth. Anyway, miracles used to happen on Earth all the time, so much that they were an
everyday occurance. Now they are far and few between. People have gotten colder on Earth,
making it hard to help them, and sometimes we have to give up."
Her voice stilled, and she became lost in thought.
"Like the punk she is trying to help now," Raphael interrupted, "Can't get a word out of
him, she tells me. Says all he does is get upset and start rocking back and forth."
"No matter," her voice became stern, "That's none of your business, but mine. And I'd get
yourself and innocent to save really soon, Raphael. You haven't saved one in awhile."
Raphael became upset, his temper flaring. I could tell he wanted to yell at us, but
instead, opted to strive several paces infront of us, with his fists clenched.
"Don't let his temper bother you. He's Mister Tough-Guy. Anyway, a Savrin keeps his or
her wings by doing good deeds and saving innocents. Go long enough without doing one, and you
lose your wings. Start to turn towards sin, and you lose your powers, and therefore, your
Savrin-ship."
The crowd began to thin now, as we reached the outskirts of town. The road became nearly
empty, except for the occasional traveler on horse. The day was beautiful, for the sun was
shinning down brightly on us. The road became shaded, due to the numerous trees lining the
road, and I could smell the tangy scent of pine. I suddenly realized that I was basically just
walking out of town, taking nothing with me, saying good-byes to no one. This didn't matter
though, I had no one to say good-bye to, no family, no friends. I held no real Earthly
possessions that I cared about. Being a regular at the gambling tables, I basically dealt all
my possessions away with bad hands. I became curious, even excited, with what I had to learn
from these two. I wasn't looking forward to being all goody-goody like Satu, but didn't want to
lose my wings like Raphael. Well, I didn't want to lose them if they gave me something good.
Now that we were a mile or so away from town, Satu took off her cloak, letting her wings
spread for a second. They were magnificent. Each wing had to be five feet in length, bursting
full of fluffy white feathers. I had never seen a white so pure before, and if the light hit
them right, they seemed to sparkle. Now that her stretch was over, she folded them wordlessly
behind her back. I quickened my pace to keep up with her.
"I hate wearing that thing. It's like I can't breathe. You'll soon find out there's
mixed reputations about us, so we find it convenient to hide. Right now that witch, Arista, is
the one on our back. She wants Raphael. You'll have to deal with all this when you get your
wings. You know as well as I that Savrin wings are cut off, then sold on the black market as
trophy prizes."
I nodded my head yes, remembering the times I had been with mates of mine gawking over
a set of wings spread over a peddlers table, the stumps still bloody. I then began to fear for
my life in this job.
"Don't worry," Satu stopped walking, and placed her tiny hand on my arm, "You'll learn
to accept this in a little bit. Once you save your first innocent, you'll see what it's all
about. Trust me, you'll learn to love it in time."
She graced me with a wide grin, and we continued forward.