Chapter Four:
Some of earthling's men considered her a goddess. Others, a seer of the night. But to most, she was a witch sent from the depths of hell to ban their very existence.
Alice of Denali was none of the above.
Her wings hid beneath an afgan, and overtop hung the weapons of her arrows and bow. Her pale skin almost seemed translucent in the night sky, and the amethyst color of her eyes were a mere diversion to her prey. Although an angel, Alice had no relucance to kill the wicked.
Thus, her reason for hunting in the Ecplise Forest.
Word had quickly spread of the girl-child who bled. It was unheard of in this unclean world, and Alice knew she must find her before the human men did.
She was almost too late.
Strapped in rope and unconcious, Alice untied the naked, sleeping human and carried her in her arms. She glanced around at the dozens of men who lay either dead or near death on the ground. She would not put them out of their misery for a quickened death.
They deserved every ill-fated breath.
With supernatural speed, Alice ran through the depths of the foliage, seeking temporary quarters until morn. Towering pines would have hid the small cottage, if it were not for her penetrable vision.
Showing no difficulty, she pushed open the threshold, making sure no person dwelled in this place. Assured that it was abandoned, she place the feeble body onto a soft bed. A kiss to her lips and the glowing of Alice's eyes were all that she needed. The girl-child was soon covered in a white robe. It had not escaped the attention of the angel the sacred mark of Sculpia. Pushing back her new garment, Alice humbly peeked.
If it were possible, she would have gasped.
The swirling symbol had four curves, designed into an orb. Alice dared to touch it, and when she did, it shimmered a frightening red.
Knowing she was safe for the moment, Alice shed her afgan and her great wings spread several feet around her.
Many could not be trusted, but there was one being who Alice knew who could help keep the girl-child alive.
Rosaliegh.
An angel-sister herself, Rosaliegh was strong, but wise.
Surely she would know why the goddesses would choose to save a single female from the curse.
She had to.
Otherwise, this girl-child had no hope of surviving.
A/N: Rosaliegh pronounced (Rose-ah-lee)*same as before, just spelt uniquely
Sculpia pronounced (Skull-pea-yah)
Readers pronounced (you-guys-are-awesome!)