I walked up the streets of the good old New York city! Nothing could beat the smell of gasoline, fatty foods being made, and the scent of souls. Roaming souls that needed to be saved. Yup, that's me. A soul Staminariis.
My clan was killed off with my mother years ago. It is only me and my father who was currently in his mid 30's. We bore the crest of our sacred clan on our left arm. It was tradition. They were made of vines that circled around like a spiral. In the center were wings that extended beyond the circle of vines, and what were they attatched to? The face of a dragon like bird. It was really cool looking, but I couldn't show it to anyone. It was a secret.
I had come to New York on a special errand. To protect a little girl my father had mentioned to me a couple days.
I jogged about a mile with ease and stopped at a dark alley. It was full of water that was full of dirt and garbage.
"Hello?" I called.
"Are you Serine?" a little voice called. It sounded sad.
"Yes, yes I am. Baby, where are you?" I asked. My father had shown me a picture of what she had looked like... and explained where she came from. The same town, the same place... the same mother. She was my sister.
"I'm over here!" she squeeled.
"I'm coming," I said walking carefully with my dagger in my hand in case she was in trouble. Then, I finally came to her. He face just as it was in the pictured. "Oh Lilly," I said kneeling down. "I'm here to help you, okay?"
She didn't say anything, but I could tell that in her eyes, she was relieved.
I stood up and closed my eyes. The ritual I had performed so many times began again. I whispered the chant and I felt heat rush into my left arm.
Only several second had passed and I had become a whole nother person. I was a Anima Staminariis.