Hi Guys!

Here is the sequel to Vitam Novam.

Just a reminder, I do not own Supernatural and this is my story. I may changed some things, such as creatures or objects in this story, because it is my story.
I don't think I need to put many warnings up here, just that it is a story about supernatural so if things like that disturb you then maybe don't read.

Other than that, just the normal following Micah and Castiel as they continue hunting and with to certain brothers.

Enjoy!

Morien Amarante

Immortal amaranth, a flower which once
In Paradise, fast by the Tree of Life,
Began to bloom, but soon for Man's offence,
To heaven removed, where first it grew, there grows,
And flowers aloft shading the fount of life.
Milton - Paradise Lost

Cold, that was the angels first thought.
She made her way up the steep slope, not sure how far she would have to walk to find what she had been searching for all this time. Rock and dirt continued beneath her feet for as far as the eye could see, but she would not tire easily, not now she was closer than ever.

The area was void of life; dusty and cold. It must be desperate to find shelter, the angel thought, for it to come this far.
Time leisurely walked beside the angel but she didn't mind his company. To walk on the Earth her father had created, to carry out orders given to her only, it was a blessing.

The wind began to stir as she became nearer to the peak, whipping her white robe around her body, pulling her brown hair back as if to stop her from getting any closer. She was determined though, she could feel and see that this was it, she had finally found it.
Water was running slowly down the dry cracks in the rocks, the sun revealing itself from behind cloud in a constant stream of sunlight.

Climbing the last of the rock, the angel felt her arms tremble, could suddenly feel the fatigue in her limbs but she carried on, hauling herself to her feet as she breathed in the fresh air. The world lay beneath her, vast in all its glory and the angel smiled; there was something different about seeing it from this level rather than at her post above it all.
Such life, she thought, who could have thought that the earth would come this far on its own, become such an everlasting entity.
But that changed as she turned to see what she had come for.

The red flower sat nestled among its wilting leaves, the stem reaching up high off the ground, struggling to hold it up. Bunches of red petals wept down from the sides, the tip barely touching the green grass beneath it.
The angel stepped closer to it, praying that it will allow her to help it, that it shouldn't be frightened.
Kneeling before it, the angel gently ran her fingertip down a leaf, feeling her sorrow grip her tightly as the flower quivered at her touch.

Petals fell slowly to the ground, no longer able to cling to the place they had grown.
It was dying.
The immortal amaranth was dying before her eyes.

Looking past the wilting flower, the angel stared down to the humans on the other side of the mountain. Buildings tried to reach the sky and she could feel the greed radiating from the city.
How could they be so cruel? How could they take their very lives for granted in such a way?
The angel calmed herself, it wasn't entirely the humans fault; they were just guilty of being ignorant.

Turning her attention back to the amaranth, the angel closed her eyes and held the flower gently in her hands. She could feel the life of the small flower, so small and fragile but she knew that it was older than even her by centuries. It had survived this long, it would continue to survive; the angel could feel that as the flower allowed her to hold it tighter.
It could have killed her if it didn't trust her.

'Please, ancient amaranth, please let me help you.' She begged the flower, a tear forming in the corner of her eye. It was overwhelming, she felt tired, she felt her emotions running, she felt human.
'Entities are working against you, this world is something you are not prepared for. Allow me to protect you, use me however you need in order for you to survive.'

The angel remained still, eyes closed and head bowed.
The wind smoothly died, the water stopped running and the gravel returned as the grass began to die, receding to the amaranth. Opening her eyes, the angel watched as the weeping petals and green leaves shrivelled into nothing, vanishing from sight until all that was left was the dark blood red flower in her hands.
Smiling, she closed her eyes and brought the delicate flower to her chest.

Warmth spread through her entire being and the angel gasped, eyes opened as the amaranth vanished from her hands, but she wasn't worried, it was still alive.
Now all that was left to do was to ensure that whatever dark creatures were out there would never crush the immortality of the amaranth.

Prologue up, let me know your first impressions.

Thanks for reading!

Silver-Kirin xXx