A/N: Well my bonnie lads and lassies, I'm sorry it took so long, but here's the next chapter. It's short, but I hope it's good.

Disclaimer: I own the characters, that's all. everything else belongs to JKR. (mumbles about copyrights)

The Coming Light

Even though my father had been in the Highlander Regiment, I had never seen battle with the wizards before. That changed when I was nineteen.

I had just woken up in my little cabin when I heard a bunch of explosions. I ran to the fireplace, where my father's swords had hung. Now, only his knife remained. It was a big knife, almost a shirt sword. It looked like a knife that samurai would use, because it was curved the way katanas were. I grabbed it, and went to a window.

I saw a single man standing in what had been my garage, which had just turned into a clearing. He held a pair of big guns, and was firing almost randomly. As I watched, I saw his opponents. It was them. Talosmos's secret police. As I watched, they loosed a volley of spells, which rebounded harmlessly off of the gunman's armor, while the bullets massacred the wizards. Every once and a while, the man would flick his wrist, and two small globes would fly out of a sleeve, only to explode a little while later. I walked out of my cabin to get a closer look. I came out behind the gunman, and watched as the wizards attempted a final, desperate assault.

As I watched, I saw a figure rise from the underbrush beside me. It took out a wand, and pointed it at the gunman's back. I leapt up, and charged the wizard, screaming. Both wizard and gunman whirled to face me.

"Adava-" the wizard started, when I suddenly threw the knife I had been holding. The knife flipped over in the air, until it lodged itself into the wizard's chest. I stared open-mouthed in shock.

"Nice throw, kid," the gunman said. He turned back to the other wizards, waved his arms in the air whil mumbling some gibberish, and flicked his wrists to make a pair of smoke bombs fly out. The man took the knife from the dead wizard's body, picked me up, and ran off under a blanket of fog.

"So, what's your name, kid? And how did you get this sweet little house to yourself?" the gunman asked. He walked over to a cabinet, took a bottle from the shelf, and drank from it. He started coughing when he realized it was my father's scotch, which had been my grandmother's recipe. No-one made better scotch than her. No-one made better drinks, period, for that matter.

"Well, my dad was James Bruce. He was a sergeant in the 23rd Highlander Regiment. When Talosmos attacked, he was one of the first to fight. His father had been some great warrior, and dad wanted to live up to his memory. When he died, my mother joined the resistance. A bounty hunter they call 'death' found her, and turned her in. they did horrible things to her," I said, looking down.

"That was my first bounty. I still have nightmares about it." The man said, staring into his bottle of scotch. "I'm different now. I'm part of the resistance, I've got a price on my own head…I wanted to kill Draconis for what he did to that woman. I'm sorry I didn't. I was afraid of what Rex would do."

The man I came to realize as Death drew his pistols. He turned to me, and kneeled like a knight pledging his sword to a king.

"I regret what I've done. I hope to make it up by helping at least one victim's soul. I will help her son."

"I've always wanted to say something to the man that helped kill my mom. I've wanted something from him that no-one else could bring me," I said. Death just nodded, accepting his fate.

"Bring me Draconis's head." I said. The Fallen Angel looked at me in surprise, then jumped up and hugged me. At that moment, I thought that maybe he hadn't fallen so far. Maybe he had just stumbled.

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