Angels And Shashis

Angels & Shashis - Wishes turned Reality; Dreams turned Deadly

Introduction


   Years ago, my world used to be good all around; helpful neighbors, accepting humans (Who were few,)) happy Myths, and the privilage to spread our wings and fly and practice our powers. My father, an angelic Shashi, or shapeshifter, and mother were still alive. And by 'were', I mean things have changed since then. When I could first hover and showed my untamed powers, my father taught me to fly and practiced his Shashi powers to teach me, and my mother, a humanish angelic coyote, taught me how to wield the elements, though I was best with Wind and Water (Elemental Witchcraftery was aloud then, though no dark magic.)) I was about six or seven when one night, my father took me outside the cottage and told me about Heaven, the secret language (TyMean)) and why some stars shine brighter then others. "When an elder dies peacefully, their star glows brighter then the others." He had told me. After a few more moments of star gazing, my father sang me two lullabies, 'Silver to Gold in Moonlight,' and 'Father and Daughter in Moonlight'. The second one stuck best as I began to doze off, wrapped up in his large pale paws as we both shifted into lions.  His soft wing wrapped around me like a blanket as I snuggled into his golden mane. My emerald heart necklace had rolled from my hands as I drifted, wishing buds whisked away as the cool night breeze picked up, falling into our manes as we slept. In my dream, the short lullaby played softly in the night as silver, then golden Moonlight shined everywhere. Rolling hills faded into the background, a beautiful golden path with a star-to-peace-sign pattern in every piece of golden stone. With every step I'd taken, my paws glowed with light. I still remember singing along to the lullaby as I'd walked, "Keyuki samuda, ya, Cuta funka Felinku.... (Your Golden Path will guide you from a rust start to a golden stand....))
Your golden path, lit by Moonlight, glows as you follow it from a rusty start to a golden stand... let your hopes, beliefs, and dreams take wing with you, my strong MoonDragon Rose,  as the Moonlight guides your paws across your golden path... Rest your head with me now, as we rest in the golden Moonlight... Keyuki samuda, ya, Cuta funka Felinku..." My only memory of my father I have. because the next day, he was captured by Erasers, the 'PeaceKeepers' of that part of the world who are half-man half-wolf. Turns out, the half of the world I live in has turned up-side down. The old president was murdered - a kind army Shashis - and a rude human took over. He hated all Mythicals and banned powers, flying, and wings from the part he ruled. I cried all night that same night when a JabberJay, one of the many messenger birds in the world, brought word that my father had been de-winged and executed. The next day, my mother had been punched right infront of me and her Witchcraftery things, and herbs, had been confiscated. I was lucky when I'd been under 10 years old, or else she'd have been arrested and I'd become an orphan.
Now you know my story.

Now you know my world.

Welcome to my strange life.

                                                             Signed,
                                                                       Monnaya Rose Cuta
                                                                       Josephina Rose Cuta