Alpha heard the movement of sand and drew his wooden sword. He saw the mage struggling to free his limbs and hurried over to him. Alpha started to brush of the sand and said
"Thanks for the save back there, but why save a stranger's life?" The young magician gave Alpha a tired look.
"I… wasn't going to just… let you die in the woods…"
That was more than enough reason for Alpha; he helped the boy out of the sand and asked him his name.
"Chaos…" he said, "Chaos Angel".
Alpha gave Chaos a downright awkward look. "Angel..?" Alpha stuttered.
"That last name is only given to those who have descended from Angels themselves. I guess you and I share a common trait already."
"What do you mean?" Chaos inquired.
"My name is Alpha. Alpha Angel."
Just as he said his name, a small white angel wing appeared on his right side, while a black one unfolded on his left.
"You're one too..? An angel of Chaos?" Chaos exclaimed surprised as his respective white and black angel wings unfolded into place.
"Looks like we are two of a kind."
No one outside of the Angelic decent knew what the last name Angel meant, since they were forbidden to spread their wings. But for the first time in both of the boy's lives, they didn't feel so alone.