Elioma

Phase 1: Devotion My name doesn’t matter.  It’s not who I am anymore.  Now, I am just we, and we are as we are.  We move, think, breathe as a whole.  We take hits for each other when it’s advantageous, and let others fall when it’s not. We do not feel.  Emotion unravels motive, purpose. We do not have families. Our reason for existence is to slay and protect, and to do it unseen. We are ninja. Phase 2: Devotion Challenged We have been stationed to protect.  This is odd.  It doesn’t feel right.  Typically we are sent to kill, but this time, we only guard.  There is a family who holds a deep secret, dark eno

Elo perched on the gothic gate on the roof of the high-rise, eyes blazing silver on the backdrop of her night-dark skin as though reflecting pure moonlight.  At least, that’s how it would seem had there been any moon to reflect.  Instead, the only light was manmade, beaming out of the bustle below bright enough to make a spark on a satellite photo. Her wings were tensed, helping her balance as she watched the people milling through the west side of the city.  They had wings, too, but they couldn’t see them.  Their wings were as invisible to them as she was: invisible enough to pass through as though nonexistent. They’d liv