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On the Wings of Umbra

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A cloaked woman races through the forest, searching, scanning all around for a faster getaway; a horse and carriage perhaps or just maybe she might spot a surviving vehicle. Her breathing became ragged as she had been running a great distance, so she stopped for a brief moment as well as to look at the plunder she had in her arms. Suddenly she heard the horses searching for the stolen treasure; she ran as quickly and quietly as she could, until she came upon a nunnery. The woman rushed to the door, placed the treasure on the step, knocked loudly and began to back away. A younger nun, maybe in her mid-twenties opened the door with a welcoming smile, which quickly turned to stark confusing as she saw the woman in black inching farther and farther away scanning the woods for her pursuers. “Who are you and what do you want?”, the nun asked. “I am of non of your concern sister. Please at your feet, take it inside and lock your doors.” The nun looks down at the ground to find something bundled up on the ground, but it moved! Her gaze shoots back up to the terrified woman, “What is this?! Are you abandoning your child!?” The cloaked woman turns around sharply, “That is not my child, nor will she ever know her parents. Take her and give her sanctuary until she is old enough to take her o’ herself.”


The nun gazed down at the bundle of cloth and slowly reached down to pick up the child. She scooped her up into her arms with a swift motion and softy uncovered the infant's face revealing bright red hair and a curious coal black section. Looking back at the strange woman she asked, “Does she have a name or any kind of way to someday know her parents?” The woman’s head dropped in sadness and anguish while turning back to the young nun holding a small torn piece of paper, “Her name is Kiroria, but please never use that name. Perhaps Kiro or something. This photo is all that I could manage. Do with it and her as you will but I must go before they find me.”


The nun watched as the woman threw her hood back over her face and ran off into the distance… never to return.


“Hello love,” she cooed to the child, now holding her more up right to see her face. “My name is Sister Marrel, since I can’t call you by your true name, what should I call you?” Marrel smiled and the child finally opened her bright blue eyes full of wonder and unknown questions. “I don’t think Kiro (In a disgusted voice,) suits a gorgeous little thing like you.” She began humming a hymn and swaying with the child in her arms, “I think we’ll call you Kira instead.” She then lifted up the photo the woman gave her and was taken aback by Kira’s (assumed) mother and she believed the torn part was perhaps her father.


“Marrel who was at the door?” Mother Albarn asked peeking out the cracked door. Marrel jumped back a bit, being so lost in thought she hadn’t noticed her superior peering over her shoulder at the child. “Who's is she? Margaret from Elise? Ha I knew she wouldn’t keep the little bugger.” Marrel scoffed, “No this child does not belong to that harlot, she came from a land far far away. I’ll go get her settled in the nursery with the others.” Mother Albarn snatched Marrel by the arm, gaping at the child, “What exactly IS she? We can’t have any heathens growing up here.” Marrel pulled away and shoved past Albarn into the building, “It matters not WHAT she is, it matters who she will become, and she will be great.”

Marrel moved through the big monastery rocking and cooing at the smiling little girl, “Don’t worry little one, you will be safe here and no one will ever hurt you.” She entered the expansive nusery room where many other nuns were tending to crying infants, looking for a spare bed to lay her. “Ah here’s a good one for ya’,” she began to lay the child down when she was gripped by the hand of another sister. “What’er you doin’, we were told ta’ keep them one from any other child. She’ll be dangerous.” Marrel sighed and pulled away to lay the baby down, “This one will be strong, she can handle her. I have no doubt in that. On the end of her crib Marrel wrote on a sign, “Kira.”


Present Day
My story version of the comic I am in the process of making. It is full of interesting characters as well as grusome monsters and fantasy
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So far so good! Can't wait to see the panels you build for this.