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She fell.
Falling.
It was as if time slowed.
Raphael was tipped back. Her hands where reaching for a book. Her wings spread out.
It seemed as if an impact hit her and sent her from her place on the ladder. Time quickened it pace then. From the book shelf the ladder fell down and landed with a loud crack. The archangel gracefully flapped her wings allowing her to land on her feet. She placed her hand on her chest. One thought came into mind then.
Uriel, her sister.
Immediately she flew, using her mighty wings to fly out of her library from the broken stained glass window. She sensed sometime ago that Uriel had joined in on her brother's war. Maybe it was a spur of the moment when Uriel joined, but now. Raphael knew her sister has gotten herself in something worse.
There it was, Gabriel's home, a tower now reduced to rubble. She pulled up the hood of her cloak as she flew in for a landing. Higher angels passed her, to busy to look closely at her face, or sense the power she carefully tucked away.
The Angels were moving rubble looking. Looking for bodies. Some of which were placed in piles. Her brothers and sisters, their bodies sprawled on top of each other, limp.
She began to walk faster, examining bodies as she went. Later she dug through the rubble like the others. She continued to dig and dig. Shifting her wings so they may move rubble as well.
"Furiad!" She heard an angel yell. " We found her!"
Her. Her. Her. Her. Who was she?
She rushed over pushing the angel aside.
Blonde hair. Her twin had blonde hair. Her twin was sprawled there. In the rubble, covered in dirt. Her beautiful skin dirtied by the ash around her. Furiad soon arrived, the two looked at each other. Furiad stepped back, recognizing that face. And before her knew it, Raphael and Uriel was gone.
Raphael washed the body. She once heard Uriel talk about a cleaning ceremony from a civilization of humans. By the time Urial was clean, she was dressed in a white gown.
When that was all done, Raphael breathed heavily.
No. No. No. No. Don't.
Yet she did. Hot tears streamed down her face as she hugged her sister's cold body. Too cold. Wrong. She screamed and cried as loud as she can, knowing no one could hear her in the library. What once was a place of silence was filled by pained cries. She continued to sob. But sadness soon turned to anger. Uriel was dead because of Gabriel. Uriel was dead because of Mikael. Uriel was dead because of thing war. And in her head she heard a whisper. A voice that she has not heard in a long time.
It's all right. I can bring her back. If you help me, I can help you. Sister.