He gives one last warning, and then he strikes. She is unable to react to his attack. She was too weak, too hazed to even consider it. She felt the clamp of his teeth upon her throat, but the pain is perhaps not there as it should be. Her body is in a state of delirium, and she was not all right, not all there. She manages a soft yelp for but a moment, but his grip and head shaking was too much to bear. Her body goes limp in reaction. She feel her skin rip around her neck, and the warmness of blood on her throat.

Her mind does not process what is happened. She remember Diveen and only wishes to return to a life she had forgotten, to see if it was real, but now her thin form is thrown onto the ground as the silver male stops his attack. Her rainbow eyes did not look to him until now, seeing the reaction on his face- how he seemed to unhappy, so displeased, but she could not fathom why. She did not blink as she stared, him then leaving her sight. She was still alive, but barely. Blood was touching her neck, and it would not be long until she either ran out of blood or suffocated on it.

UMBRA

The young girl had warned her father of mother acting strangely. She was smaller, but was able to keep up in his rage. She watched everything with her light rainbow eyes. She saw how strange and weak mother had become, and she saw the pure energy of her father. She followed behind, making sure not to be too close as to get any of that wrath herself.

She knew of The Shade, and she knew she was the chosen of The Shade. She had felt mother's weakness, and she perhaps knew such a fate was coming to her. That is what it is, and Umbra knew if father had to kill mother...he had to. She was weak. She was always taught weakness was to be purged, and she had that...feeling that mother applied. She was just learning though, but as she watched her father rip the throat of mother and she did not even fight back? She knew she was right. Mother was weak. Mother was going now.

Umbra was not completely careless. She still loved her mother despite this. It was just fate. She could not argue fate. The Shade brought fate and Umbra was to be the chosen one of The Shade. What is best is what is best, but it still brought a slight chill to her dark spine. When father left, she dashed from the bushes she hid in. She came to the front of her mother, and sat upon her haunches to look down at her.

"It is okay mother, it is your time to go. You are too weak, mother. I think I took your strength when you gave birth to me, mother. Because I am stronger. Because I am the chosen one of The Shade. Goodbye, mother," she says rather mechanically. Her voice is young and sweet, but there is perhaps something odd to it, something akin to an emotionless void among that smoothness. Umbra observed her mother as she started to struggle to breath, laying in the grass in her own blood.

"Umbra...Diveen...Achilles....Vega...Atlas...Emil...Emil?" her mother says to her, only leading Umbra to tilt her head. She did not understand what she was saying. Umbra knew of Diveen, but what are all these other names she speaks of? Umbra wondered if the weakness had gotten to mother's head. She must have gone crazy. Father had never spoken of these others. They must not be important. Umbra shakes her dark head slightly, knowing her mother's life will begin to fade soon, and Umbra would be there for the very last moments.