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The beat of my wings held me aloft as the humans beheld me for the first time. The moonlight cascaded off of my white hair, refracted off of my moonsilver armor, and silhouetted my black dress. My spear was raised and the undead recoiled under the brightness of my glory. A lone warrior cheered, while the others gaped in awe.
I circled the fearful travelers creating a burning wall of white flame as I glided. The few undead who were already within the circle of people were soon cast down in fiery pillars. My spear was ignited in holy retribution as the undead horde focused on me, I held it high and a halo of light extended from the twin blades and incinerated them all. The spear consumed the rest of the flames and the frightened people below held each other close.
"Who are you?" A quivering frail voice dared to ask, frightened.
I looked at him, an elderly man. One who isn't fit for travel, one who needs protection. I hover a bit closer to them carefully with the point of my spear at my side. I somehow get the feeling that I need to make myself known, I need them to know that I will be there for them.
"I am Avacyn. I am to protect."
With that, I flew up into the sky with cheers of thanks and celebration. I flew on towards my next mission for the night. I hear in my head cries for help, pleads for retribution, for vengeance. But they are aimless, not to any single power. I aim to change that, for I will become the beacon of hope to all who seek it.
A cluster of cries told me that there was something big happening in the village to the east, so I twisted and arched my back so in a fluid turning motion, heading in that direction with haste. Magic coursed through me as my speed doubled, then tripled. The lands morphed from spotted forestlands to hills and plains. Off in the distance, I see the smoke. The half-timbered houses on the coast were crawling with devils tossing motes of fire into them, smashing windows. I rushed over and skewered two of them in one strike, twisted my wrist and flung them at a group of them fleeing from me. I circled the building striking them all down, each one flying from a mere flick of the wrist. With my free hand, I manipulated the fire and coalesced it into one tiny orb of heat in my palm.
I did this for many of the other buildings until I noticed a giant crack in the main road. It glowed in a firelight that illuminated the nearby building in an orange hue. The maw of hell had unleashed many of these fiends, causing the village residents to panic. I created wards of protection over them. Some fought bravely with meager farming tools, so I willed my power to them, invoking righteous strength to them. One woman was shocked when her pitchfork had suddenly glowed to a bright white. She turned and witnessed me, I granted many others who had their weapons in hands this boon.
"Those who can fight, pick up your weapons! Protect your homes!" I called out in a magically enhanced voice. All heard and answered the call, the sounds of metal tearing on flesh and the shouts of determination resounded in my ears. I hovered over the long fissure in the ground and aimed my spear at one side. Little devils kept crawling out of it, leaping from the depths onto me clawing at me. I was impervious to their attacks of course and only batted them aside.
An angel swooped down out of the smoky moonlight and decapitated many of our foes. She created a perimeter around me slashing at the imps with her swords. She wore a white dress that billowed whenever she moved, unadorned and plain. Clean, even though she just slaughtered many devils. As she ceased, she hovered in the air. Stunned by my presence, she observed me. Her red hair danced in the wind, and she held two plain shortswords at her sides.
"Who are you?" She asked, her voice was much more commanding than the others.
"I am Avacyn," I said focusing on my work. I poured mana through my spear and light burst forth. Forging the stonework streets below. Melting the cobblestones and pushing them aside, revealing the vast crack in the earth more clearly. "Get back, sister."
She did so as I plunged the earth into a blinding light, stone that was already heated by the opening, blazed even hotter. I could hear a thousand yelps of pain and horror below as the village cast long shadows into the night. The stones liquified and merged, bubbling, and with the rise of my free hand surged up. Molten magma webbed out into the cobblestone and cooled in the nighttime air. I waved my hand again and absorbed the heat creating a mound of pure stone and obsidian in place of the devil's maw.
I turned to the angel who just gaped at me, much like those travelers. "We still have much work to do," I paused, not knowing her name. "Sister."
"Gisela," she said raising an eyebrow. "That's my name."
"Of course." I paused. "Gather the villagers, get them to safety. I'll deal with that."
"With what?" she asked.
I pointed my spear and pushed past her, darting up to the sky and impaling the black demon. He erupted in a roar and disintegrated into the light. Two more flanked me as I adjusted my grip with both hands. Gisela came to back me up, her courage was to be commended. I watched her as she traded blows with the demons, Gisela held her own against their claws. She danced in the air, weaving out of reach, and back into melee range as quick as a heartbeat. I, however, did not wish to draw this fight out. So I imbued her swords with holy magic, they became golden as she slew the other two demons. Their corpses falling to the earth, disintegrating.
"You're strong," Gisela noted flinging the gore from her blades.
"As are you. Tell me, are there more of you?" I asked.
She looked hesitant as if she were ashamed of the answer. "We're a scattered sisterhood. Disorganized, and frantic. I'm doing what I can to help but I'm not enough." She lowered her head.
"Nonsense. You are truly, more than enough. Your prowess is to be admired." I paused. "Gather your sisters, I have a plan for the future."
Ignoring her questions, I flew on towards my next mission for the night.
Author's note: I had an idea for a story series but I wanted to finish writing it all out before posting it, so I thought in the meantime I could post short stories of Avacyn and her role on Innistrad starting from the early days when she wasn't the most prominent figure of this plane and just figuring out her place in the world. I hope you enjoyed reading this.