Unforgotten Memories.
In all her years, not once did she question her gift not once had she regretted being born into a family of Incredible powers, ones to see futures, a sight like none other. Until the moment she saw it, the burning of her world, the screams of her people and the roars of war, one humanity had never asked for, nor deserved.
It was as if she was there, in that moment. Standing within a hair's breadth away from a Goliath monstrosity, as it snagged a flying angel by its wings and tore them right off its back like tearing paper. How it never saw her she would never know, and in her shocked state, she doubted she'd care.
The stomping of approaching footsteps managed to snap her out of her shock, twirling around on her feet she came to the sight of a terrifyingly tall man. His armour was otherworldly, a hood covering most his features, long white hair and astonishingly bright glowing blue eyes peaked from the hood. He bared with him a enormous blade, one easily twice her size, etched with horrific and terrifying faces.
Among the distant cry's and roars of battle, one voice stood out from the rest. "Impossible…" an angel hovering above, his armour was different to the others. A commander? General perhaps? She did not know.
"Abaddon…" the man from earlier spoke, he expression was stoic but his voice held genuine confusion. "What is this? Where are my brothers?"
"This cannot be. The… Final Seal…" Before the hovering angel could finish his sentence a winged demon swooped down, grasping the angel by his arm. he was quick to react, but the creature proved to have a strong hold.
"My Lord!" a feminine voice cried. the form of another angel dived down dispatching the demon upon Abaddon, with great precision.
"... How... did this happen...?" Abaddon questioned, clenching his fists in anger. what…? she thought. But before she could continue to dissect Abaddon's reaction, a hand reached out and grabbed the hovering angel within, the distant cry of the female angel was blocked out as she fell into shock once again, as if her chest being constricted she found her breath abandon her, and a heavy feeling began to settle upon her. She watched the man battle the Colossal beast but she struggled to comprehend what was going on, everything seemed to go in slow motion, even as the man was crushed under the weight of the beasts hands.
And as quick as it came, it had faded. Now left sprawled upon on her bedroom floor, tears rolling from her eyes and form trembling did she understand.
It has been several years since that terrifying night, and to say I've been the same since would be a lie. Only a few minutes after that nightmare of a vision my parents had passed away in a car accident. The details were unclear, they say the lost control of their vehicle, as if they let go of the steering wheel and push the accelerator to the floor, they were saying they fell asleep at the wheel, but i suppose i knew better. For myself only to get that warning, that vision would be a stretch, an event so ghastly would send any Oracle into a trance.
As of now, I live with my foster-mother, we weren't very large as a family, and only my father had the ability to see, mother ultimately never knew. This made it so much harder, but I suppose it also puts me at peace somewhat, to know they went out fast and not to be tormented by some foul creature with a horribly sick sense of humor. And to say I did not heed that warning would be a lie as well, under the guise of mourning for my parents death and the want to occupy myself besides schooling I began all sorts of training, namely Archery, fencing, martial arts, many survival classes and first aid training. It became apparent that I wasn't good at close range combat, my talent was for the bow, being able to shoot targets in quick bursts and able to snipe targets from long range, but do not mistake me I can fight in close quarters well.
Despite me being already awake, the sound of my 10 o'clock alarm managed to pull me out of my thoughts, hauling myself out of bed and wondering to the bathroom to turn the tap on I took a moment to stare at my reflection. I doubt i'm anything special just a normal looking eighteen year old getting ready for her work at a pizza place. Average, but not Stunning. I had dull blue-grey eyes, brown-black hair and boring shaped face, no high cheekbones or dazzlingly full lips. just, average.
while in the mists of my daily morning routine I heard the distant voice of my Foster-Mother called for me. She was a dear old lady named 'Margaret' her husband had passed away around the same time my parents did. And her heart of gold couldn't let me be on my own in some 'nasty old foster home' as she said it.
Walking downstairs to meet her in the kitchen she turned back to me with a huge smile on her face. "I'm ever so proud of you my dear, you really don't have to pay for all this" Margaret had not much left of her retirement savings left, she had spent so much on me and despite that she still insisted on letting me stay without paying any rent, but as usual I disregarded it and payed anyway. But what had her in this current mood set was the dazzling set of new china tea cups for her use. It was a set Margaret had her eyes on for a long time, but she was never able to afford the golden rimmed tea set.
"Happy birthday Margaret, how old are you now? 60? 70?" I teased lightheartedly, avoiding the topic entirely as I weaved by the bewildered woman, dropping down by the pantry to retrieve the bread and butter.
"58 thank you very much!" Margaret retorted bemusedly as she held the tea set in her arms. "They must have costed an arm and a leg! That's far too much for me" she turned her gaze back to me.
"Hardly, was I ever too much for you?" turning back towards her and giving her my fullest attention, despite my now cooling toast.
Margaret merely swatted me away from my toast, finishing to the the task herself. "Of course not! Your a life!"
"And you're not?" Raising an eyebrow I continued. "Besides, you're the one who said to me that birthdays are days to be spoiled"
Margaret sighed in defeat, shaking her head before smiling back. "Always using my words against me, witty little thing." she handed me my buttered toast before beginning to fuss over my hair.
"Margaret, my hairs fine. It's your birthday, not mine." Side-stepping away from the motherly woman and placing the plate on the table, allowing me to rest a free hand on her shoulder. "Besides, i've already planned the day we leave in Thirty"
Margaret's shocked face was priceless and she scrambled up the stairs shouting back something about not telling her sooner. Shaking my head and retrieving my plate I wondered out to the lounge room. Snatching up the remote off the couch before sitting down myself, tuning the Television onto the news channel.
" -A perfect day for some daily sports, speaking of which, here's tony with the sports report."
"Dawn! Where is my handbag again?" Margaret's voice called from upstairs along with the sound of frantic footsteps.
" -it seems the captain for the local Soccer team has gone under investigation for allowing his player to use empowering drugs-"
"It's by the door all ready to go. Fifteen minutes," the sounds of footfall only began to quicken at the response, the feeling of smirk pulling was hard to resist.
"-Breaking news!-"
"Alright…" Margaret started, arm resting on the back of the chair, huffing. "I'm ready…!"
"Fantastic, lets go!" Clasping my hands together and getting up, placing the empty plate on the table and grabbing the two respective bags from the front door, along with the keys on the hooks besides the door.
"Dawn, where on earth are we going?" Margaret asked, face lighting up with wry curiosity.
"That's for me to know, and you to find out," I winked, before realizing I'd left the television on.
"-Meteor shower-"
"Click!" the sound of the remote cut off the televisions report, shrugging it off. It's just some rocks after all.
