Author's Note: Hey! Just to tell you... this is NOT a fan fiction. It is a story I have made all by myself. All characters are owned by me, and the story itself is owned completely by me! Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy it! :) I hope to update this as frequently as possible! Comments are appreciated! :D
I'm called to the Ancient Hallway. Engel stands at the end, before his throne. I take no time in walking over to him; if he was calling me, it must be urgent. My feet hit the magical barrier, which only an angel can touch.
Yes. I am an angel. We all are angels. This is Vangaard, the City of Angels. We have existed from the beginning of time. Soaring in the clouds, hidden from view. Through the centuries of life, we have been there. We have seen the Earth form, the seas rage, and the winds blow. We have seen the first Earth dweller take it's first breath. The sight of new life brought joy to our glorious city. Little did we know, that it would be the cause of our chaos.
Throughout the centuries, the human race became more corrupt. Time, took it's toll. They began to steal, lie, and kill their own kin. And we angels, being the watchers, the protectors of the human race, watched. . . observed. . . changed. Mayhem broke out. Angels began to turn on each other, taking advantage of one another's weaknesses. All hope was lost until Lord Engel held a trial. A trial of truth. Those found guilty were sent into the core of the Earth, sealed away for eternity. Their wings were removed, a symbol of the divine power no longer with them. Over half the population was sent to the depths. Peace was restored. The joy of a new life that once lifted our spirits, now brought dread. Dread that that one life, would be our downfall.
It's been ten centuries since that fateful incident. Vangaard has had an era of peace. There is no longer suffering, pain, or worry. . . but something about this sudden meeting makes me think otherwise. Something's wrong.
His eyes follow me as I move towards him. I reach the end of the hallway and kneel at the foot of his throne.
"You called, Lord Engel?" I kept my eyes fixed on the floor and my head tilted forward.
"You need not kneel before me, Baleon. Time is against us," he walked down the steps of his throne. He stood beside me and I got a clear view of his troubled features. His eyes were dull with the grave circumstances and his eyebrows were furrowed. I nodded and stood.
"As you wish, Lord Engel," I turned to face him. His eyes locked on mine, and he dipped his head.
"Follow me," he spoke in a serious tone, and started to walk towards the exit at the end of the corridor, glancing back at me to make sure I was following. The huge, stone doors creaked open at the presence of an angel, and allowed us to exit the throne room. We were met with the cold, chilly air of the night. Passing angels bowed to their lord, but he took no notice. He walked briskly to the edge of the cloud cover on this level. He stood there, gazing down at the Earth below. I stayed back, wondering what this was about.
"Lord, I must ask. . . why are we here? What is so urgent?" I ask Engel, hoping for a response. Finally, he said something.
"Have you noticed anything different about the surface?" He asked me. I stood, silent.
"No, Lord Engel. I have not," I replied honestly. He turned around, facing me. His eyes were narrowed.
"Nothing at all?" He pressed on, taking a step forward. I frowned. Did I answer incorrectly?
"No. Nothing has changed," I said, unfazed. He paused for a moment, then nodded.
"Good," He turned around, again, gazing down at the world below. "I fear that may not be the case in a short while," he frowned, his eyes scanning the land under us. I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head to the side.
"What do you fear will happen?" I asked, searching my mind for an explanation.
"The seal. . . it's weak," he faced me again.
"Then I will replace the seal," I furrowed my eyebrows. Why was he so frightened? He suddenly grabbed my shoulders and looked at me with an angered expression.
"You do not understand! It isn't that simple. All the seals are weak. They will not hold out for long. They will be breached before you can seal a single one. This is our fate. It cannot be changed," He let go of my shoulders and backed away. "They are coming. They will swarm the surface and attempt to take over the world we have sworn to protect. The world that they also once swore to protect. The world that corrupted us. The world that ruined their lives. They will take their revenge," he closed his eyes, balling his hand into a fist. He turned to me once again. "I called you here for a specific reason. You will lead the war. You will lead us to victory, or to our deaths. Prepare your army and deport at the first broken seal," he paused. "Do not fail me, Baleon," I nodded and bowed.
"I will ready my army, Lord Engel. I will not fail you," I turned on my heel and spread out my wings. The light breeze rustled my brown hair and white feathers. I rose off the cloud and soared into the night sky.