The truth

Hello, my name is zios. You might know me as the guardian of jamaa, or, if you where a phantom, you would call me, the great scum, but this story is not about phantoms, like most jammers think, the disappearance of me and Mira have nothing to do with phantoms. So now, sit back, relax, and enjoy my grim and sad tale, of the truth, which is far from what citizens believe. See, when I created the alphas, I gave them all there own rolls in Jamaa's society, My eldest alpha, Liza, was assigned to keep peace with jamaa, my second eldest, Cosmo, was assigned to the plant life in jamaa of course, graham, was created for inventions, Greeley, for information gatherer, peck, as watching over jamaa, and lastly, Gilbert, my youngest, was assigned to the military. He trained his soldiers all day within the walls of his castle, and almost every month, we would have a war with the phantoms, but again, this story doesn't have any phantoms involved, in any way shape or form, now, back to Gilbert. Everyone but me calls him sir Gilbert, But me, I call him Gilbert, because he is my creation.

One thousand years after the alphas creations, everything in jamaa was perfect. "Gilbert, why have you stopped training your soldiers?" I asked him, while I was in his house. "Zios, Zioz, I am giving them a break" he replied. "Odd, considering you are always an uptight general, that never gives breaks" I said. "Well, that's changed" He said. I looked away. "Well, the phantoms don't fight themselves, ya know" I said, as I turned a cold shoulder and flew away. Gilbert need to take care of his responsibilities, he, out of all alphas, has the most important job! If only he realized that. I would cut him slack, but after Mira killed herself, I can't bear to lose jamaa right after her......Yes, you heard me right, Mira killed herself, but I can't bring myself to tell anyone, Only I and the alphas know. It's hard, It's hard to lose your sister, who you have been ruling with for millions of years, But I try not to let my feelings get too strong, Because I understand now much weight my position holds, especially after the misbalancing of Mira's death.

''Mira. You are beautiful and I miss you. your shiny grey and blue feathers brought me out of the dark, your magestic wings flew me up to the sky without you moving them, your beautiful eyes make me question how much of a leader I really am. It's so unbearable to not get to tell you any of these things. I Love you. ''I wrote the letter in my head, as I lay down in my bed, off duty. I heard my door creak open, I looked over, to see sir Gilbert there. He had his teeth sharpened, And I let him bite into my skin. At least if I were dead, I wouldn't have to know how much Gilbert didn't care about me.