Onyx sat solemnly at his large mahogany desk, sitting in the corner of his bedroom. Frustrated, he glared down at the blank lined piece of paper sitting in front of him.

Onyx traced the images of soaring ravens carved into the black stone which framed the edge of the smooth dark wood out of boredom. He flipped his black wavy bangs out of his unnaturally bright green, almond shaped eyes.

The pale sixteen-year-old placed his fountain pen next to the blank paper and sighed. He stood up, stretching his long, slender, arms in the air.

He took off his black leather jacket and placed it on his office chair, leaving him in a white t-shirt, black skinny jeans with multiple silver chains hanging off his belt loops.

He headed across the black carpet, towards his bed. He threw himself into his bed, sinking into the dark satin covers. He shifted, spreading out his large feathery wing, the tips brushing the mesh curtains tied back to one of the four posts that framed his king sized bed.

His wings were made up of four different colors: black, maroon, gold, and white. His wings were really large extending to at least 14 feet wide.

Onyx was a leader. He was in charge of the legacies that controlled the world. A few years ago, the household contained twelve legacies in all, keeping the world in balance of good and evil. But now, to Onyx’s dismay, only six remain.

The other six, joined his twin sister April, the mage of light. She thought the idea of a world without any conflicts or problems would be a perfect world. So she convinced half of the legacies to join her side. The left and created another mansion for themselves. Onyx’s job was to stop them from destroying all evil because happiness can’t exist without conflict or pain.

Onyx kicked off his converse shoes and crawled underneath his blankets, sinking his wings into his back. He checked his alarm clock: 9:30. Before he could get comfortable, He heard a light knock on his door.

“Come in,” Onyx mumbled irritably, sitting up in his bed.

The door slowly creaked open. A small, white cat ear poked through the crack of the door first, followed by a long and wavy powder pink hair with black stripes throughout it, bright red plastic framed glasses and a long white tail. Hesitantly, the young girl crept all the way into the room, looking down at her feet.

Her physique was harmless, and she didn’t look threatening at all. But she was one of the most powerful legacies in the household. The mage of sound was five years old, but mute. Not once in her life has she once spoken a word. Unless you count screaming- there was a lot of that.

Not only powerful, Avalon – or Ava for short – was also a yokai. Yokai are born to become familiars to angelic beings (those with feathered wings) and serve and protect them with their life. In this case Ava was Onyx’s familiar.

All yokai look like humans except for the cat traits: cat ears on top of their head and a tail. They are able to turn fully into a house cat as well as turn into two different types of weapons: a weapon unique to its master any type of sword.

Onyx scrambled to the floor and knelt down before Ava, placing his large hands on her tiny shoulders.

“Ava?” he asked gently. “Is there something you need?”

Ava nodded and then, using sign language said: I had a nightmare Onyx. I can’t sleep alone without getting scared of the dark.

Tears started brimming in her silver eyes. Onyx pulled her into a hug and scratched behind her fluffy white ear, a deep rumbling sound escaped her throat. Onyx laughed. Despite being mute, on rare occasions, Ava either purred or meowed.

Onyx laughed, “Well then, it must suck being the familiar of the Mage of darkness huh?” Ava shook her head wildly as he picked her up and stood, her legs wrapping around him. He laid her down onto the bed and covered her with a blanket.

By the time he was done tucking her in, she was fast asleep, her fluffy tail wrapped tightly around his forearm. He slowly pulled his arm out of her grip and walked to the opposite end of the bed, crawling in.

With a flick of his wrist, he dimmed the lights in the room until the room was dark, but light enough to see. Soon after he closed his eyes, he fell asleep.

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“ONYX!” shouted and angry, female voice. “Get up!” they shouted again, pushing him off his warm bed and onto the carpeted floor.

“Mmmph” Onyx grunted, untangling himself from the mess of blankets that he dragged down onto the floor with him. He looked around for Ava, but she was gone.

"Must left when I woke up," mumbled Onyx.

“What was that for?” he asked groggily, flipping his bangs out of his eyes revealing a long jagged scar through his right eye. He glared at the sudden female intruder, standing.

A pale, Asian girl stared up at Onyx, a foot shorter at a whopping five feet, six inches. Her electric blue, almond shaped eyes matched the blue streaks in her pure white hair, which was tied back in a high ponytail.

She wore a black jumpsuit, with the sleeves torn off at the shoulders, her muscles bulging, and her black hiking boots poking out of the bottom of her pant legs.

“What the heck do you want Legacy?” Onyx slurred.

She placed her hands on her hips. “Hurry up and get dressed, we have more news about . . . them,” she emphasized. She left the room, slamming the door shut.