"Dark is the light,
The man you fight,
With all your prayers, incantations,
Running away, a trivial day,
Of judgment and deliverance,
To whom was sold, this bounty soul."
System of a Down - War
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"There you go." Bianca handed a plate to a woman, who was carrying her own child in her lap.
The woman thanked her silently. Bianca smiled to the baby and the baby looked at her.
He didn't had any idea what was going above, on the earth. All the mess and destruction,
caused by several magical creatures, also some of Bianca's kind, Phoenixes. She had decided
not to follow their way, fight against the others and be branded as "a bad". And she was
needed here, in the escape station, underground, where were all the good beings were hiding from
the war. Thousands of different people, all scared of one thing. That the war would never end...
"Bianca. We need you!" man yelled at her and Bianca removed her pinafore.
"What's the matter?" Bianca asked and rushed to the man.
"Another injured." man, Thomas, began. "Whitelighter, wounded by darklighter."
"What can I do?" Bianca asked, scared, that they would lose this whitelighter. He was one of
his kind here. Others were still up there or dead. This must have fallen from up there.
"Remove the arrow from his chest carefully and try some medicine. We can't be sure by it's working,
but it's a worth of try." Thomas respond. "I'm gonna go back there. There are more injured men,
they need me and we need them."
"Just be careful." Bianca said. "And I'll do my best."
"I trust you." Thomas said and ran away.
Bianca shifted curtain and saw young man lying on the bed, arrow in his chest.
"It's okay." Bianca whispered to the groaning man. "I'm here to save you."
Bianca tried to believe to her own words. She removed chently arrow away.
It was covered by blood. Whitelighter yeld loudly.
"Uuh." Bianca slured and then she took some medicine bottles from the table. She dropped little drop
to the little towel and pressed it to his chest. "You're gonna be fine."
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Someone shaked Bianca gently. She woke up.
"What?" she wondered.
"It's me." It was Thomas.
"Did I fall asleep?" Bianca asked.
"Seems like it." Thomas said. "How is he?"
"He sleeps. I just hope he will get better. I covered his shoulder with bandage." Bianca replied.
"He seems fine. He doesn't sweat and that's a good sign." Thomas said.
"What about you? Are you okay?" Bianca said.
"Alive and kicking." Thomas smiled. "We only found few people. But it was getting dark, well, even darker than
it is now, so we decided to come back down here."
"Good." Bianca nodded. "Do others need help?"
"No, don't worry. Everybody are sleeping and everything's under control." Thomas said. "You need rest.
Try to get some sleep."
"Yeah, you too." Bianca said. Thomas walked away to his wife. Then they walked away and disappeared
to the darkness of the hall. Bianca closed the curtain and sat down. She looked at the whitelighter and
sighed.
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"No..."
Bianca woke up to whitelighters quiet speech. It was still night, she thought. The whitelighter was having some
sort of dream...a nightmare. She steep little towel into water and laid it in his forehead. Man opened his eyes slowly.
"Is it over?" he asked.
"No." Bianca whispered. Man sighted.
"Are you okay?" Bianca maked sure.
"I'm fine..." man said quietly. Bianca removed the towel.
"What did you saw?" Bianca asked.
"What?" man replied.
"In your dream." Bianca cleared things up.
"My brother." man said.
"Is he in the war?" Bianca asked. Man nodded.
"Were you..." Bianca began carefully. "A soldier?"
"No. I was trying to get some sense into him. I failed."
Then the man closed his eyes. Bianca looked at him. She remember her family again.
They weren't all relatives, but still felt like one big family. Phoenixes were very noble race, very powerful and very determined
one. Bianca knew she had been always different than the others ones of her kind. When her mother had set her to her first victim,
Bianca wouldn't want it to do it, but she didn't want to disappoint her mother, who had always been very close to her.
Phoenixes were killers, rough by their actions and never willing to lose. When the war had started, she was willing to lose,
at her own way. She didn't wanted to be part of them, part of the bad people. By soul she was, but not by heart.
That was her choice and that was her game, losed.