Gaeven

It has always been very dark in his world since he could remember. He still remembered that there had been a time where his lover scolded him for thinking too pessimistic, after the war he had the habit himself.

Even now in his new life there was war, despair and suffering. It was as if his soul was chosen by the fates to be the One to sort out the messes the humans made themselves. He was no human. Not since a long time had he been something else than a gaeven.

The only thing he ever found in human books was an excerpt of “The Legends of Magical Creatures and Beings that should not exist”:

A gaeven was a being that was immortal. Like a phoenix it would always come back. In different bodies, with different faces and morals but always someone the world needed in that moment. They were the chosen of the gods, chosen to lead the humans on a path that didn’t end in total destruction.

With them were always their soul mates. The ones without a gaeven couldn’t and wouldn’t live. Those, who would balance their lovers out with their strengths and flaws. The gaeven are very protective of their mates so beware or they will rip you to shreds for even the slightest critique of them.

You can recognize the soul mate of an gaeven in that the gaeven will always have them in eye contact so that they can see if their mate is in danger or not. There is nothing known about mating habits, nest habits or anything else from them. That is the only known fact: while they look human they do not act in those moments like one, they rather disappear and will not talk about anything that concerns their mates and family.

The gaeven are in fact immortal and only died or chose to go into the next life when another quest waited for them, which they couldn’t master in the current body.

The only drawback of the new lives of the gaeven was that their soul mates, who had the same lifespan as their lovers after the renewed bonding, would not remember anything from their past lives. Not unless they became chosen themselves, a likely evolution for they could prove themselves in the countless quests their soul mates had to fulfil.

The gaeven themselves became aware of their true purpose and past lives after their eleventh birthday. Gaeven were also always magical, even if they did not show it. Their abilities were far too wide spread as that someone could count them. But it is known that anything that had to do with the elements, plants, beings and material in the world was common knowledge of the gaeven.

Their colouring is almost always black hair and dark eyes. The exception was only for god slaughterers, who were seen with burning and glowing eyes. You may ask yourself why a god slaughterer was even chosen to be a gaeven. Smaller gods and humans who searched for a way to become gods were a nuisance that had to be dealt with, and what could be better than a personal god slaughterer who would kill those nuisances?

Now, what are the typical signs for the gaeven? The gaeven are always at a place where the war would break out or where the one who would bring destruction to the humans, lived. They always will at one point be a major player in the war and stand most likely in or near the centre of it.

That few characterizations are the only known way to find a gaeven. There has never been an in depth scientology approach to these beings but one or two have been found to give this knowledge from one human to another.

The reason for that is that the gaevens try to let their presence be known. Some see at a warning that the gods are watching over us with their warriors and would bring us death if we were to challenge them; some see it as a sign that the gods watch over us and prevents us from bringing harm to another.

Whatever it is, why the gods brought these beings to this world, one thing is clear. If you ever met those charismatic persons, do not try to harm them or their mates for they are stronger and more formidable than anything else.

“Oi, get your nose out of that book and help us will you? The others are already waiting for us and we still have to plan how to trick them for coercing us into their foolish plan.”

A young brown-haired boy called from the stairs. Without further ado laid the boy the book beside himself and followed the other one outside. While he was not a friend, he still had to applaud his partner in crime for instigating such a wonderful play for their spectators.

The reason for all this was a long awaited revenge that would come to some of their peers. Alone each of the boys would have been formidable but together they were terrifying.

Still the memories were slowly coming back and he could not wait to see his mate again. To close him in his arms again and to finally breath his soft sweet smell into his lungs. The only problem was that his mate was still not born and he could not sense that he was even conceived.

Well, it was as if his mate had also a quest for himself as he had become a gaeven himself just two lifetimes before. May the gods be with him but he could not see in which complications his little mate has brought himself again.

“Are you coming?” asked the boy who waited outside of the common room. “Yes Carus, do not be hasty with your revenge that you do not see your goal fulfilled.” came the soft spoken answer.

“Whatever you say, mate. But do not forget to act, yes? I do not want to wait another three years to get my revenge. And you, so I believe, would have to wait even longer for you do not reside in the same circles as we do.”

The veiled insult of his heritage did not bother as Carus thought it would. What could heritage mean if he knew that at the beginning it was always him in one form or another? Always his blood intermixed with his mates and humans blood to once again come into power through him?

Snorting at the pathetic display he calmly strode forwards to their victims. It was time that he could even once play his naturally predator nature out before he got gain in the role of the victim.

Smirking and inwardly laughing did he corner his prey, his black hair whirling behind him in his true form and black onyx eyes glittering with the promise of a worthy hunt.

“Severus Snape I hope you have a good plan!”, came from behind him.

“Indeed, I have.”, he said and dark laughter was echoing from the walls.