Silver was walking deeper and deeper into the woods. She kept hearing strange noises but she ignored them. She was admiring nature when she heard a low guttural growl that put her nerves on the edge. She willed a flaming dagger in her hand and stood in a defensive position, ready to fend off whatever made that noise. She used her keen sense of sight to scan the area for enemies. The bushes started to rustle and Silver turned toward them. All of a sudden she was pounced on by something.
"Ah!" she screamed as she swung her dagger backward at the enemy. The thing on her got off to face her. She felt the back of her shoulder and when she brought her hand back she felt a warm sticky fluid running down her back from what seemed like bite marks.
"What are you?" She exclaimed jerking her hand back and gripping the hilt of her dagger, which had grown into a full sized sword, in a death grip. She spun around and was met face to face with a demonic being, who clawed at her face. She swung her sword at it, blinded by the blood coming from a gash on her forehead.
"Help!" She called out to no one in particular. The demons continued to attack the angel, digging their filthy claws into her flesh and biting her with their massive fangs. She bared her teeth, a full set of sparkling teeth, complete with two, two inch fangs. Silver let out a vicious snarl and attempted to fight the demons, but she was too weak and was knocked to the ground by a hard swat by the larger demon.
Mitch was flying over a forest when he heard a voice call out. "Help!"
He sensed that there were demons nearby and dove down to the forest. He ducked between trees and around bushes. Mitch followed a scent trail and finally found the source of it.
Before him was a bloody scene. Two demons were attacking a lone angel. He leaped toward the scene and willed a sword of fire into his hands. Slicing at the demons, he realized that the lone angel was Silver Moon.
He sliced the demons heads off in one swipe and summoned his sword away. Kneeling down next to Silver he noticed that she was unconscious. Mitch picked her up into his muscular arms and spread his wings, leaping into the air. He had to get back to his clan where the medic could take care of Silver. After all she was one of his kind.
A few miles away from where the demon accident happened a camp was sitting in the middle of nowhere. There were people in golden armor carrying swords and fighting like there was no tomorrow. These people were angels, and they were training to fight off Destroyers army of demonic beings that would attack soon. The healer angel was in his tent when he heard wings flapping right outside the tent. He rushed to the doorway to see who it was.
Standing before him was Michael, and he was carrying a younger angel in his arms. The girl was injured and covered in dried blood. Her wings lay limp and torn, but appeared to be healing. The healer rushed out and took the girl from Michael.
"What happened Michael?" He asked the weary angel standing before him.
"This girl was fighting Pain, and Suffering on her own Gabriel. You have to help her." Mitch exclaimed breathlessly.
"I will do my best brother." Gabriel said as he took the girl in the tent.
He laid her down on a bed and walked over to the cabinet to get some Majik ingredients to heal the girl with. He also grabbed a saline solution, morphine, and two syringes. The angels in this form healed as humans would, but their wings healed with out problems, unless broken they healed just fine. Gabriel walked back over to where the girl was laying and filled up a syringe with morphine and injected it into her arm. He then began to flush out the wounds with the saline and used the Majik ingredients to heal them. They healed fine except for a spare few, which were too deep. Gabriel used his steady hand and stitched those up quickly, before the dose of morphine wore off.
The girl was beginning to wake and Gabriel noticed her eyes were not like the other angels eyes. They were a warm amber like color. She yawned and Gabriel noticed that two of her teeth were longer than normal. He had a few things to ask the girl when she woke up fully. She blinked a few times and yawned again before looking at Gabriel. The look in her eyes basically said 'Explain'.
"Mitch rescued you from two demons and brought you here to be healed." the healer said.
"Where is Mitch? Is he okay?" The girl said trying to get up.
"He is okay, lay back down you are still weary." Gabriel said, putting a strong hand on the girls shoulder.
"Can I see Mitch? I have to know he is okay." She said motioning toward the door.
Gabriel called to Mitch, who he knew was waiting outside the tent.
The tall angel walked into the tent and rushed over to where the girl was laying. Before Mitch could say anything. Gabriel asked what the girls name was. "My name is Silver Moon." She replied.
"Silver are you okay? I was so worried about you. Has Gabe been treating you nice?" Silver was bombarded with questions from the archangel.
"Yes I am fine, I understand, and yes he has. He is actually really nice."
"Well I would hope so. After all he is the great archangel Gabriel."
The three laughed and Mitch breathed a sigh of relief at Silver's well being. Gabriel was a really well trained medic angel. He didn't know why he was so worried about this girl. He didn't even know her that well. He sat down on a chair next to Silver's bed and looked to Gabriel for next instructions.
"You can stay here for the night because Silver will need time to rest after her encounter with those two demons. Silver will also have to, in a sense, retake flying lessons to rebuild the strength in her wings. Overall she is fine, and I will have to ask you a few questions when you are feeling up to it." Gabriel directed the last question to Silver, who was falling asleep. She opened her eyes and nodded before closing them again.
Gabriel nodded to Mitch before retreating to his headquarters in the back of the tent. He came back a couple minutes later with a blanket, which he handed to Mitch. He nodded in thanks and Gabriel left.
Mitch slowly drifted off into a dreamless sleep, anticipating tomorrows events.