"The moon is your guardian. The stars are your witnesses. The darkness is your mother. The light is your sworn enemy. The still silence is your fortress. Your blood is mine and is the blood of the ever changing tides. The mark on our shoulders are our laws."
That's what I was told for so long. Shellad and I were friends. She was older than me by 5 years, but I was suppose to disappear before her. She took my place. She taught me so much and should've stayed away. I've remembered her every word, the same words before we left for the hunt. She was my sister, my twin and yet we were so different. We were able to follow each other's every move and we had no difficulties catching our pray. Shellad was like a grown mirror-like me and I was her younger mirror-like self. She always felt complete when we stood together on the hunting field and at home. Even if we were siblings with the same root, we were nothing alike.she was always ahead of me even when I had the best catch. We were always being compared. She got praises from everyone around us. I got insults. They smiled at her and scorned at me, some might even ignore my very existence.
I became aware of our distance. She was further gone, miles away from me. I could see how much she loved the warm feelings of praises and compliments she received. It sickened me. I was jealous but i knew my place after so many years. I stayed put and remained in the same spot. I knew better than going against my laws.
There was one law that applied to everyone: never dare to dictance yourself from the darkness by going to the enemy. When someone broke that law, they would be burnt on the spot. No one was allowed to interrupt the punishment. No one ever saw those outlaws aagain; not on our side nor on the other. It was frightening but we had to obey. It became crucial for everyone to obey unless they wanted to disappear forever.
Shellad had years of pleasure and warmth. I had too many years of hardship and the hand of the cold on my eyes.
When Shellad and I were hunting together as we always did, we were suddenly interrupted. The Judge and jury of our courts came to greet us. She listened while I watched our prey get away. They started to praise her again and insulting me.
"We are willing to make and exception for you to cross over to the Light, but that demands a price." Shellad took the Judge's hand and followed him with a smile. I saw at that moment that Shellad had turned her back on me and our laws. She didn't have her mark anymore. Instead, her mark was changed into flames. SHe didn't ever notice. A light crown started to appear above her.
"Why are you going, Shellad?" I shouted. She turned around and said " I'm tired of the daarkness, Myhra. I want to leave and now I have that chance. I'm sure you'll be allowed to cross over too."
"Did you forget our supreme law, you foolish soul?" The Judge and the Jury started to burn her. I was told to stand still and to watch in silence. I couldn't disobey them. They tricked her. Tjey tricked Shellad into admitting the one thing she should've kept quiet about. I felt sorry for her. I could hear her scream my name while she was being burned. Her screams of pain pierced my ears. She even called out to me while reaching out her hand. But all I did was turn my back on her and covered my ears.
They didn't even leave any trace of her ashes. It was sad but she deserved what she got, riight? They didn't care for anything as long as the supreme law was continuously upheld. The Judge and the Jury asked me to recite what we were taught to remember from birth.
"The moon is your guardian. The stars are your witnesses. The darkness is your mother. The light is your sworn enemy. The still silence is your fortress. Your blood is mine and is the blood of the ever changing tides. The mark on our shoulders are our laws. We are damned soul recruited to capture wandering souls. We will never belong amongst the Light."