Author's Note: This first chapter, at least, has a dark theme. If the reader is uncomfortable with the subject of angels of death or such, I don't advise reading this. Or if the reader's parents are strict and will severely punish them for reading about this theme, I also warn you that I will take very little blame if you get in trouble. If you think you may have nightmares or get grounded, do yourself a favor and don't take the risk. I won't get mad.
This chapter really just sets the scene, builds up suspense, and gives readers an idea of what's going on. Set in the future, but no one really remembers anything much more than 5 centuries ago. I don't plan on doing anything this dark in future chapters.
502 K.Y.
"For as long as anyone can recall, the end of a life has been revered. But it had also been feared. For centuries, horrible events repeatedly occurred to those on their deathbeds:
As someone reached their last hour, three figures would appear from nowhere. A man about 20 years old stood by the dying person's head. He had wings darker than the blackest night, and his clothes were old and worn. His eyes could bore into a human's soul and strike dread into their very heart. To his right stood a young girl, about 12. She had wings whiter that the purest of snow and her cheeks were the shade of daisies. On the dark angel's left, a large creature with gnarled hands and many scars scowled deeply. It resembled a human male, but it had fangs. His eyes would gleam like those of a feral wolf. His arms were broad and very hairy, while his shoulders carried crooked wings. Their names are not known, but they are referred to as the Death Judges.
He who stood in the middle would hold the palm of his hand above a failing face as the person expelled his last breath. The air would glow with a deathly aura as it moved to the left or to the right. when it settled on the quickly elongating muzzle of the monster, the being would let out an inhuman roar. He'd lurch forward as he became more and more lupine. His face would grow thick hair and his hands would extend sharp claws. The monster mutilated the body until the corpse was almost unrecognizable. Then all three would disappear, leaving no trace. Except the gore.
But in the 316th Known Year, the glowing breath landed on the child's face. No one knows whose last breath it was, but it surely happened. All three figures—dark angel, white angel, and monster—sighed as if extremely relieved. Then the trio vaporized, along with the perfectly preserved body. No one has seen them since then."
Katie threw down the book of legends. It was far too different from her dream to be any help. But the three figures…they were the almost exactly the same. Just a bit older, but other than that… What could this mean?
AN: Oooh, spooky! The rest of the story most likely won't be as dark. I had the legend part as a dream and when I wrote it down in my dream journal, I realized that with a few more details it would make an interesting story. But I don't usually do such dark, scary stuff. So I decided that it would be a legend, and that the rest of the story would be an adventure/mystery without such darkness. If you read this, please review!