i am possibly the worst person on this planet for not updating in so long... sorry. here we go.

ARTEMIS/AMARIS POV

life was well,for the young avian. growing stronger by the day it seemed ; a confidence grew with him. he knew many of his piers now- and got along ( he knew butler would be absolutely astounded). he felt free- in a way that even in his human life, he never experienced. he grew physically stronger, as well ( an entire crowd would gasp at this one.) with a light 'muscular' (he would never be a body builder- no matter how hard he tried.) frame. the angels of his garrison (he trained to be an overall strategist- smart in all subjects, so why not?) would chatter day in and day out with him. even, when he was training ( if we are honest, reviewing) musical talents, he ran into who he would recognize as Beethoven. such old and amazing souls- that he could train with, and grow with. almost idols. so life is good, correct? perfect, even some may say?

almost.

there was only one problem,

him.

his mortal memories were fading fast, he remembered whispers of names in a howling wind or a glimpse of a face. if he was honest, he didn't remember his own. he tried not to concern himself with that fact. this man strikingly represents the man who he is (nearly) positive he called 'father'. black hair, face that could manage agelessness,

it was his eyes that gave away his countless years of existence. a crystal color of blue, similar to his own. his eyes were scarred with war, blood, and grief. eyes of a man who lost it all. his wings, despite molting over the years, were still battered. a veteran. he looked like he could be an old Grecian sculpture, or a pastel painting. some immortal beauty, preserved. not able to be worn by the sands of time. so incredibly massive in his era.

and he would stare. it was like he seen a living memory in amaris. he looked haunted by the sight of me. it ruffled his feathers the wrong way ( pun completely intended) and sent a shiver up his spine.

curious.

but enough dwelling in the past.

amaris stretched, with the recent molt, his wings turned to a silver color ( an elder angel, castiel, advised him that his fledgling feathers would go away with age; when he started to get concerned about the down like feathers he left in his wake.). his wings shone with a glossy finish, symbols crowning his feathers. his achievements and high points were displayed on his sleeve (okay- wings but the point is evident). symbols of wisdom, loyalty, sacrifice; the story went on for ages. which spread and shook with his movement. with just over a year here- which would be a month in earth time, he learned. ( a month without him on earth. how was his family? did they grieve? can they move on?) he would graduate basic training in his first field. he need only learn defense and weapon care for his shifts along the borders.

here, any angel able-bodied has two jobs, the one they were assigned upon arrival at the pearly gates, and a place in the military guard. the it was common to see ancient silver forged blades, shining in pride as it is carried on an angels belt along the fair city. this duty wasn't one he was ecstatic to train for, but one he would carry with pride anyways. (who knew what kinds of angels he could attract with battle-scars... maybe a doe eyed female, or a male, with strong arms...) he need not to reside in his own mind. he scuffled out of his bed, turning to the closet.

today for him was a traditional kind of dress. a gypsy like attire, with silky blue, baggy pants. his shirt was tight fitting, embroidered in silver, gold, bronze, and obsidian thread. amaris could swear if you looked close enough, you could see galaxies in the thread. open backed to more easily assist his wings. a finery assigned to him, along with a few more. its matching accessories where little silver studs for his ears, and a fine woven crown. if he was honest with himself, it looked more like a tiara; with an ever changing jewel in the center.

it was time