The Birth of a Legacy

Her birth was unremarkable, her childhood was pleasant. She grew up with a personality that brought her many friends. She loved listening to them and trying to help solve their problems. She truly cared for each one. Her beauty was beyond words and only heightened by the kindness and compassion in her heart. Everyone innately trusted her, though few could truly explain why. Animals flocked to her, feeling at ease in her presence, and she welcomed them with open paws. She was always outside, exploring, or swimming, or hiking, or making new friends, and she always had time to sit and chat.

She had been friends with him since they were born, and they were a perfect match. He tended to be a little more shy, but her patience and charisma brought out the best in him. As they grew, they became inseparable, and no one was surprised when, one day, he brought her a simple silver chain to wear around her neck and asked her to be his. She accepted the proposal without question and their ceremony was set to be the very next day. Family and friends from miles around came that night and there was a grand celebration to wish the happy couple well.

Unfortunately, with the proposal came jealousy. As the celebration was winding down, he turned to his future mate and asked her to wait inside, telling her he had something special for her. She beamed at him and he kissed her on the cheek. She waited by the door for a full hour before worry set in. Leaving the comfort of her family and friends, she set off looking for him, wandering far into the woods that surrounded her home and calling for him. She found him deep within the forest, broken and bleeding, tricked into wandering far from her by those who were angry they now couldn't make her theirs. He looked up at her with such love and trust when she told him he was going to be all right and she dashed off in search of help, never leaving his side for long.

Empty Promises

"She's perfect," the Reaper purred. He had been watching mortals for a long time now but this particular pair just had star-crossed written all over them. "Selfless, caring, but with enough no-nonsense not to give in to their pleas." The male had been bleeding for hours now and the petite light blue female had done just about everything under the sun to stop it and lessen his panic. She probably knew he wasn't going to make it, but it didn't slow her attempts.

"What would you say if I told you that you could save him?" the Reaper crooned, assembling a form from the growing shadows around itself.

Without hesitation or fear she turned her tear-stained face to him and asked, "What must I do?"

The Price Of Immortality

Her death was brutal and without a shred of pity or kindness. It could've been minutes or years she lay in pain as her insides changed to accept her new promise. Ferrier of Souls, the Reaper had said, One of the several Angels of Death. The way he had said 'angel' hadn't brought to mind the pristine, beautiful creatures she had always heard stories of. By giving up her life, she was gaining the ability to save her love, her best friend and so she suffered in as much silence as she could. And then... it was over.

They stowed her love in limbo while she worked hard to learn her new powers. She went to the beings touched by Death and brought their souls to the Other Side. In time she learned she could take the soul and change it, transform it, into something more manageable - a simple feather. She could then place them on her wings and carry more of them at once. Each soul was different so each feather was different - some in dull, muted tones while others were so bright she found them a nuisance. She did her job without complaint and she excelled.

The Reaper was pleased, so he returned her love to her. But she had been fooled...

The day the Reaper found her, her love's body had been damaged far beyond repair and the only part left to remain had been his soul. She wept bitterly when she received it, but even so, turned him into a feather, a beautiful long one that started a dark, navy blue and faded into black. She finished her duties for the day with a heavy heart and headed for the Other Side, but when she reached there, she couldn't part with him. So she released the others, and returned with his feather still attached. A few days later she had a delicate silver chain around her neck with his soul-feather dangling from it. His soul would always stay by her heart.

Descent Into Madness

As time went on and on she grew bored, like many immortals. She slacked in her work, taking interest in the lifespans of the souls she would assist and before too long, she began collecting them. First she chose them based on their colors, but then also took interest in the lives they had lived and the circumstances of their deaths. The Reaper allowed her to keep them because he had little affection for mortals, doomed to deal with their short existences alone until she came into the picture, and because the amount she kept paled in comparison to the amount she brought over every day.

Soon word of her spread among the mortals. They called her Facetious and she didn't care enough to correct them, so it stuck. She became a myth, a warning to enjoy your life: Beware the immortal beauty that may appear to you, for when she enters your life, it may be about to end.

A Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words

First and foremost, a HUGE thank you to Mandark for making me this profile!

Another HUGE thank you to User not found: scabmeat who drew this amazing picture!

Also, thanks to everyone who fangirls C and has been supportive and willing to draw art and follow her story. C may not love you, but I do! ^^ <3

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