<strong>Zefiriel, Protector of the Sacrifice<br/>Tagged: Deva<br/>Location and time: a street near the theatre, daytime</strong><br/><br/>The blue eyed girl was truly a mystery. She had the scent of a human, yet the aura of an angel and her electromagnetic field was strange, it flowed in irregular patterns around her.<em>She</em>was strange also. Her slender finger kept poking the air in the area  where Zefiriel’s particles were spread and the angel couldn’t help but laugh like a child. Zefiriel knew then that she liked this girl, no matter what she was.<br/><br/>“Deva.” Zefiriel spoke the name out loud circling the girl. It sounded like a tune of bells ringing to anyone who was nearby. This showed that there was also harmony between the two souls in spite of Deva’s chaotical energy.<br/><br/><em>"You so blurry! hard to see!" she complained again "Do you have some milk with honey for me? I want some." </em>she said while her broomstick pierced the place were Zefiriel’s liver would have been.<br/><br/>“Oh…I know a place where there’s a river of honey and another one of milk.” bells were ringing again and people stopped to stare at the girl who was waving her broom and talking to herself, thinking it must be part of a street show.  “You can reach it yourself, but only if you behave”, Zefiriel explained motherly.<br/><br/>She was indeed happy that Deva was able to see her in this form.  Although strange and unpredictable, this girl had a pure soul, something that Zefiriel was looking for. The girl had yet to prove her strength and determination to fight for the good side. Zefiriel knew that it was probably the time to make a decision, whether to pursue Deva and slowly drag her into this fight or to leave her alone, hoping that some day after all of this was over, they would meet again and become friends.<br/><br/>“Come one, come all! Gather around, you must see the show!”<br/>Before Zefiriel could decide anything, an old man in rags shouted on the other side of the street, just in front of them. The group of people who was staring at Deva turned around, most probably thinking that they were in this together.<br/>The old man had a powerful, trained voice that didn’t match with his fragile constitution and unexpected makeup, but he stood with his back straight and it was obvious that he had enough energy to stand for hours shouting his verses.<br/><br/>“You won’t get enough<br/>of this story I have<br/>with adventure and glee,<br/>with places to see.<br/>And if you have seen<br/>the places we’ve been<br/>where horror and fright<br/>can bring you delight,<br/>then surely you’ll come<br/>to witness this one!”<br/><br/>There was a “boom!” in the air and the old man unwrapped a painted cloth that hanged from his right hand.<br/>"The Basket-headed Monk and The Viper's Daughter!" it spelled and beneath it with smaller letters there was the address of the nearby theatre and the name of the patron.<br/>The old man winked at Deva  and blew a kiss at her from the top of his wrinkled painted lips. For a moment Zefiriel thought he winked at her before realizing that she was just in front of the girl. It took her quite some time to recover her concentration and it was then that she saw the name written on the cloth: Reginald Carter. Two seconds later, the old man started to wave it in front of the other passangers, inviting them to see the play.<br/><br/>“Oh my!” she sighed and bells rang again, louder this time.“This can't be a coincidence.” She followed the old man in a trance, pondering and asking herself what was the next step to take when she would meet this Reginald fellow. If he was the chosen sacrifice…what would she say…if he wasn’t…what would she do?<br/><br/>She turned around and beckoned Deva to follow, not thinking that this wasn’t probably in the girl’s best interest. Fortunately, the old man was now interested in showing his cloth to as many people as possible, drawing everyone’s attention in a lot of strange fashions. This amused Zefiriel greatly, but her amusement came to a swift end when the old man pulled up his rags, exposing his bare backside to a group of teenagers who was eagerly mocking him.<br/>She followed him with her hand close to her eyes, just in case he decided to pull another full moon again, until his rounds were over and he came back to the theatre.<br/><br/>Creaks, buzzes and drilling sounds came from the impressive building along with fragments of music, lines being rehearsed out loud and chattering. The bustle was a natural consequence of the preparations made for the announced play and Zefiriel’s eyes widened with awe. It was her first time in a theatre. Little did she know what a “play” was supposed to be, human entertainment didn’t appeal much to her before when there were crops to be taken care of and plants to grow in order to stop hunger.<br/><br/>There where a lot of people bustling about inside, dressed in various fashions, some full of makeup, others half naked. Everything called out to her like a charm and before she realized it, Zefiriel was already laughing with excitement, letting bells ring again, their tune covered by the general noise.<br/>She turned back, standing near the entrance and looked down the street to see if Deva was coming to see this amazing event which she felt the need to share.<br/>