Gena

An ongoing story that I am currently working but I thought I would share not quite sure where this is going yet

"Again princess" called the Field Marshall

The young princess threw down her twin swords. "I've had enough Haru"

He smiled wickedly "What would your enemies say Taesiar?" he said advancing on her "they would give you no quarter" 

He lunged at her his spear peircing the air where she had been moments before. 

"I SAID ENOUGH" her voice filled with power the room radiant with her blue like glow as she unleashed her true form. Her Twin swords dancing wickedly above her head. Three other swords appearing to dance with them.

The Field Marshall swore as all 5 keen edged swords flew towards him on a wave of blue energy

"Ciart!!" called two commanding voices in unison. Three of the swords disappearing as Taesiars swords stopped mid air. The glow of power fading as she settled back to her primary form. She stood 4 foor tall, red hair like glittering rubies drifting down between her black angel like wings. Her dark emerald eyes turned to look at those who stopped her. Her parents. Holding the swords she had called.

"Hey!" said Taesiar "I was using them"

Her father stood holding a silvery mirror like wakizashi and a matte black dao, two of the swords she had called in her pique. He smiled. His shining white teeth sparkling in his sunkissed face and lighting his violet eyes with mirth. He shook his head swishing his silver hair. The tight ankle-length braid slithering like a snake. Beside him stood her mother. Her hair was red like molten copper. She regarded her daughter with dark gold eyes in lightly tanned skin. She too had dark angel like wings. She tood holding the other of the swords. A diamond like blade that tapered to a fine point glistening with a myriad of colours that bespoke of it's latent power.

"Yes" spoke her father "you were using them wrongly" She pouted.

"But daddy!" exlaimed Taesiar. He cast his swords away, them disappearing as he walked towards her. In striking range he lashed out with his fist aiming for her head. She effortlessly dodged his attack. Mindlessly retaliating. He blocked her assualt responding in turn.

Senevir watched as her husband and child sparred. Their moves as graceful as dancers on the stage as neither could best the other.

"Alright you two" she called causing them to stop. Tigon winked at his daughter launching himself into the air at his wife. A moment before contact he shifted into his smallest form. That of a silver tiger cub landing light as a cat on her chest.

"Got you mummy" giggled Taesiar. Her smile radiant as she looked at her somewhat shocked mother holding her father's kitten form

"Kitty!" called another cute voice. Taesiars twin- like sister Liara ran into the room cuddle-tackling Senevir and her father. Tigon shifted again, this time to his wereform. 7 feet of muscled Tiger-man wrapped both his wife and child in his furred arms. Carrying them towards Taesiar, scooping her into his abundant grasp. He made his way towards the door of the training room when a messenger burst in.

"M'lords," he panted "Lord Marshall Illius sends word, the Phoenix Standard has been spotted approaching the boundaries of Gena. They mass a force of 200,000 warriors at the least"

Tigon looked to the Field Marshall, shifting back to his elf-form. 

"Go, stand with him and ready the armies"

"Yes Warleader" said Harigane leaping from the window into the open air and spreading his black wings. Tigon turned to his wife.

"I fear Gena will know no peace my love," he kissed her "Warmaiden, Gena calls for aid" Senevir smiled kissing her husband and breaking form his grasp

"The Alliance shall stand with you. I will go and ready the warchiefs now" She replied departing. Tigon looked at his two daughter's eager faces

"Can we daddy?" asked Taesiar always eager to test her skill

"Yeah can we" said Liara echoing her twin.

"Fine," Tigon huffed "but you stick to me like glue and do as i tell you, when i tell you, no questions alright?"

"Yes sir" said both gurls in unison.

Tigon walked from the training room the two young girls followinng closely behind him. Giddy with excitement.

Author's Note

Ciart = Stop