Story: Dawning Radiance

Genre: Dark Fantasy/Romance/Action

Rating: T

Claimer: I own each and every one of the characters in this story, so please do not use them, as they are my babies...enjoy

I could remember when my father told me I had a brother. It was a few months after my mother had passed on; I'd been 7 years old and didn't have Rey with me just yet. He'd sat me down on one of the cozy veranda chairs facing the glistening blue lake just off of the courtyard and the immense greenery all around it. Of course, the only reason he'd even told me in the first place was because my mother had told him I should know.

She'd even given me a message for him and told me that I had to find him.

Though I was by all means allowed to read the letter, I still hadn't and didn't really plan to anytime soon; I really didn't think I wanted to know anything more about what happened with them.

From what I'd been told by my father and Malachi, my father had been assigned to be my mothers Guardian for a long time; almost 14 years when she'd died.

For a time, she'd fallen deeply in love with a human male; he was her everything and vise versa, so they got married and they has a son only a year or so older than I.

'Everything' didn't last for very long.

They'd been married for no more than a year when she started to realize how quickly her partner was changing; how malicious and violent he'd become. It was around then that she'd found out he'd recently started using, and dealing on top of that.

It became too much for her to handle, and it was the last straw when he hit her one night after he'd come home from 'work', so she filed for a divorce and left the human man.

She was forced to leave her son with him.

Inside, she was torn to pieces; she'd fought and fought for custody, but since she had no proof of any sort of abuse, nor did she have any money or a place to stay, they'd let him keep it instead.

My mom had been able to see my dad for a long time before she'd met her ex-husband, and they frequently talked, especially now that her life had been pulled out from under her feet.

Little by little, they learned more about each other, and found that, try as they might, they were drawn to each other like magnets; they'd fallen in love, and had me after he'd 'boldly announced his love for her under a star-sprinkled night sky'.

Or something along those lines anyways.

Not once had either of them ever mentioned my brother to me while she'd been alive; the cuts she bore from the traumatic event was still too deep for her to discuss with the prying mind of another child.

The loss of her first son.

A day didn't go by when she didn't worry about what happened to him; when she didn't regret that she hadn't fought for him harder, or so my father told me.

Just a week before she died though, my father decided to check up on the boy, as a sort of present for my mom, and as she lay on her death bed, he whispered to her the good news; her beloved first born was alright! She was overjoyed with the findings he presented her with, and got to work on the letter I was now supposed to give to him.

However…my father had lied when he'd told her that the boy had been alright, as that day, he'd committed a horrifying deed to an undeserving boy and his unsuspecting father, but she didn't know that then.

I never thought that I'd ever actually meet my brother, let alone have a conversation with him, but now that I had, I was oddly…happy.

He was a good person (even though he'd probably skin me alive if I ever told him he was), and talented in many ways.

At this point, I'm pretty sure he thinks of me as either a huge annoyance, or is neutral for the moment, but I don't really mind it; I like him well enough.

Though I'd had multiple chances, including the one last night, the letter had never made it into his hands, and now probably never will, as I no longer have it either; a slightly worrisome problem I now have.

I slowly wrapped the gauze around my midsection again, after disposing of the older, bloodied one I'd put on the night before, thinking of the consequences of what might happen when another Angel found it somewhere.

Hopefully I would remember where I put it, or I would find it before it fell into someone else's hands and they had a chance to read it, or I'd be in for a whole realms worth of trouble.

Perhaps, in some twisted turn of events, he'd end up being the one to find it, and all I'll have to deal with is explaining "why the Heaven" I hadn't given it to him sooner, then tell him anything else he might want to know.

Wouldn't that be nice?

As opposed to what would most likely happen if another holy Ethereal found it and reported it to a higher-up and I was brought in for interrogations and suspicions.

Something just tells me that the other Angels and Nephilim would be just a little upset if they realized that I was blood-related to a Demon.

A/N: So, you can tell when you're getting really into your story when you start plotting different ways things could happen and jotting down things that sound interesting to put in the story later...durning your classes. This chapter is a pretty big spoiler I guess, but lets just say it's a little treat for reading the chapter you didn't have to read. Until next time, please review, and enjoy the lovely view from Nates house.