A/N: Patterson owns the characters. I own this. (sorry for the delay, finals have been this week.) In case I haven't said ( or nobody caught on) these are all going to be no pov oneshots. I need no pov in order to give a description of everybody in one straight shot. Thanx-twilightjunkie1313

No Pov:

Today there was no peace, the rain and wind pounded the sky. Today there was war. But not the large multi-nationed wars that are so typical of this age.

Today the war was smaller, more violent and so much more important. Up in the middle of the malestorm were thirty eight, whether angels or demons it really didn't matter.

The smallest in the fight was a girl, blue eyes more vibrant than the sea. She was side by side with another, her brother. They were both bleeding, and briused. Both equally determined to win, ignorant of the odds against them. So they faught, hard and didn't ever stop. Kicking, punching and dodging blows as one. They were, for those moments, a single person. Working in such unison that one would swear they were a single soul in two bodies.

Maybe they were...

Slighly below them was another, a girl whose skin matched the earth after a light rain. She faught alone, as she had always done before. She too was blind to the odds, because they didn't matter. If they lost this battle there would be no others. The girl faught with all the emotion she had. Normally she was kind and compassionate, but now she was a mess of anger, pain, sandess and resentment. Her eyes were nearly black with rage. She took down the wolf like creatures one by one, putting everything she had into the fight.

There was a boy...

He was the protector. Looking at him one would never know what strength lied inside. But now all that changed. The protector became the destroyer, bodies of horrible things fell out of the sky around him. He grew weaker with each passing moment but the ferocity of his attack never did. Fresh scratches etched a story on his face. His eyes burned the most threatening and cold shade of onyx. Into this battle he carried memories of betrayals and cruelty. Like an arkangel he faught, pouring all of his strength into the battle.

There was another, one who felt the battle around him. He couldn't see what was going on, but he could feel it. The small whistles of wind as wolfish animals fell from the sky. The growl of predators hungry for blood. In it's own right not seeing was worse than seeing. With precise, even blows he braught his opponents down. He heard them drop to the ground far below. He wasn't the weakest of them, nor was he the strongest. But there was something about him, some sort of hidden force. It was what kept him going, even now, when all looked lost.

Then there was the girl. She was the one that carried the world on her sholders. She was surrounded by monsters and myths that shouldn't be. But this wasn't a nightmare, nor dream. This was as real as the sky around them and the ground far below. The world relied on her, and more importantly, the five around her. Designed the perfect fighter, and protector she was failable because she was still human. She was uncontrolable, willful and determined. At once powerful beyond imagine and weak past comprehension. But if ever there was one to save us it was her.

Another girl, exsactly like the her. Identical in appearance, the aftermath of perfection. She flew high above the fight, away from the fray. Just like always. She had been watching the six, learning about them. Making some choices, because she could. She was the clone, the twin. Her exsistance was as a fallback, a last ditch plan. She was created to be the perfect fighter, but she was failable because she had an equal. She watched the girl below fight experiments. The girl high above was nothing like the one below. she had been controled, force-fed information, subdued and trained to take orders. Now that was gone, and she was alone. Following the only thing she had, the original. The one thing she had always wanted to be.

This was the battle. These were the seven that mattered above all else. The seven that could, in a moment, doom or redeem us. Still if anyone could save us it is them.