\"who am i then? what is the purpose of my existance? why do i look like that?\" asked midiv. He really wanted to know the answers, or at last he looked likely.
\"you\'re a subrace, you\'re not a clear krylos. your father was a diabolo, that\'s why your mother didn\'t wanted to tell it to you. She wanted to protect your young mind. But you\'re not young anymore.\"
\"that explains my diabolo - like skin. My shape is krylos. But what about my eyes and second half on skin?\"
\"i think you shold know it yourself. your mother wasnt a clear krylos too. she had angelic blood, but she was able to hide it. you havent even noticed she had angelic wings, because she always walked completely dressed.\"
\"Blue, angellic eyes. Angelic wing, and half of the body. Diabolo wing and the second half of the body. What race i am then?\"
\"Think. When you grow older, youll have also a diabolo tail. So if you are the balance between \"good\" and \"evil\" race, embodied in krylos form, the youre a krylos of balance. First of your race. Tell me... when you touch a living being... full of anger... what happens?\"
\"i dont know. i havent even tried.\"
\"when youre full of compassion, and touch a person, what happens?\"
\"i dont know either... why do you ask?\"
\"you will find out in time. now you\'ve got much to learn. Take all your clothes and belongings. We are going to leave this place.\"
\"why? its my home!\"
\"no. it isnt. sell the house to the villagers, take all things youll need. we have to go. we need to go today...\"
\"give me at last one reason to go.\"
\"i thought you\'ll ask. Diabolos want to claim you for their cause.\"
\"why theyve stolen my mother\'s gravestone?\"
\"because the wanted a soulstone of an angel. now they know she had a son. they want you Midiv.\"
\"so maybe you\'re right GRavel. how could i know youre honest?\"
\"well it will be your first lesson. come here. touch my head. focus on the meaning of \"truth\" known by you.\"
\"wha.. what happens???\" Midiv\'s fingers started to glow weak...
\"focus!!!\" shouted Gravel
a moment after, midiv fell on his knees. he looked exhausted.
\"youre still weak. you need to practice.\"
\"you... werent lying... how do you know that i was able to do something like that?\"
\"because i understand your powers. now come, we have to get our thing and go, before diabolos attack again.\"
\"yes, youre right. just give me a moment to preare, and we will be on our way. but... where are we heading?\"
\"you dont know where it is. Forest of angry spirits awaits us.\"

(sorry for all mistakes i will eventually make, but my skills in english are rather low. report those freely, i will be happy to improve in english a little... rate it, and i will know if i should continue the story, or stop and write soemthing else.)

          Every day the sun shines on the world and its beings. Every day we encounter a unsignificant miracle of life. It seems enough real to believe in it. Every being has some faith. We believe in \"Higher\" beings, which we call Gods. If something we do or encounter looks unbelivable, we call it a miracle, and we believe that its a proof of Gods existance.

        There is a small Krylos village in the caverns of Nerethia. Sometimes people call Krylos \"the angels and devils with stonelike skin\". Of course they say it as a joke about their wings. They believe in their Gods, they leave the power to them instead of claiming the Creation Force themselves. But today things shall change, so said the Great Urkillak the Wise One of Krylos...

    \".. NO! I should have foreseen that myself! I should have known that someday he will be born, and that there will be no other way as to accept him!\" said the dark character, sitting in darkness. It seems he isnt alone. As he paused for a breath and wanted to continue, next shade materialised and said quickly, in the same \"gray\" language as the earlier one:
\"Stop it. Better tell us, what are we supposed to do about him.\" and then quickly disappeared -
\"Well I have a little idea, how to put that living curse over someone else. Of course, someday he will find out his real path but now..\"he suddenly changed his voice into a powerfull, hard and such loud, that it could make the ceiling fall over the mann talking like that - \"*powerfull chant* neavrwiraaa... Uthea!.. SHADBAKKK!!\" as he was chanting, he wrote some strange symbols in the air. First they were invisible, but a moment after they started to glow unearthly, and even more as he chanted louder...


         ...and suddenly he stopped. Everything disappeared, as it would have never happened. There was a strange Krylos sitting on a small bed. He seemed young and terribly scared, prodably of the nightmare, or a vision he has just dreamt. He stood up, and arose his wings. Weak light of the candle revealed the truth: one of his things was feathery, even Angellike, and the second one was like bat\'s, and it looked devilish. His whole body had two colors, each one on its side - black and white. Then we could see his eyes - they were green, and looked as if they were burning. He went to his mother\'s room. The boy had no father. He woke her up...
-\"i had those bad dreams again\"
-\"well as recently... you cant sleep?\" she asked
-\"no! those dreams frighten me!\" the boy replied
-\"oh dear... what is wrong with you?...\"


         Time passed. Every night he dreamt that dream, and every day he stood alone looking at other Krylos kids playing together. His mother always asked them to invite her boy to the game, but they\'ve always looked at her terrified and then ran away. Her child always helped her as he could. Work made him strong, and he knew about it. It wasnt good nor bad. But his mother was very old, and she became ill. When she felt, that she hasnt got much time, she called her son and said
-\"Listen to me now. I dont have much time left, so you have to\" she took a deep breath and continued \" i want to give you a birth in the community. Our village\'s Wise One refused to do it when you were young, but now youre old enough to recieve your real name from your mother.\".
 Boy looked at her confused and asked
-\"I thought my name was Kerlij?\"
-\"well... it wasnt. It was a lie, because noone ever wanted to give you your childbirth name. now the childbirth name isnt needed anymore. now you need your real name, which will be your identification and a powerlock in your whole life.\"
-\"I understand..\" said the boy and then took a meaningfull look at his unnatural skin and wings
-\"let us begin. There is a silver blade hidden in the chimney. Bring it to me\"
The boy was back in no time. He passed the knive to his mother
-\"what now?\" he asked \"hey what are you doing???\" he asked confused when she cut her hand with the knife, and put its blade in her blood
-\"take the knife.\" she passed it to him\" now act as i did.\"
As he forced himself to cut his arm, she was saying
\"by all hearts of krylos, by all minds of our race, I, Laretha, grant you the name Midiv, which means The Double Cutting Edge...\" and then she died.

 He wasnt a little nameless Krylos anymore. He had his own treasure to protect and to take care of: his name. He was sitting whole day near his mother. He hadnt cried. At all he was happy. She recieved what she deserved. Those werent the thoughts of an evil, psyhopatic mind. He knew that death just IS, and at all its a reward for living the torture of life. He burried his mother and then went back to his now-own home.

       Crow. Flying through the sky, with no target, just for the pleasure of flight. Suddenly our crow became interested in something. A man travelling. He went inside a cave in the mountain...mountain of Krylos. \"Nothing interesting\" thought the crow prodably, and flew away.

      Sun arose again.

TBC