Hahahahaa An alternate way of their meeting!

They came to their home at the explosion that rocked Heaven, it could have been seen for miles around, and they followed the orange glow to their home watched as the wide windows blew out from another explosion. Riots had overtaken them, they were no match for them all, and they were overcome with the stones that were thrown at them, the words hurled in their direction that stabbed their hearts like daggers, couldn't they all just see that they were doing what they were being ordered to do.

He came to stand before a blazing fire, it stood as a wall, protecting those on the other end from their attempts at reclaiming their home, and his eyes met those of a young fledgling. Barely to his waist, hair done back in tight braids, braids that the water of the rain above dripped down, their eyes met and she raised her chin in defiance.

In her hands were two of his own possessions, his cloak, his treasured cloak, and a book. It was the very first book he had ever been given, as a gift, from Father, before He left them all to fend for themselves. He shook his head, raising his hand, and watched her eyes harden as she let them fall into the flames.

He fell to his knees as his most prized possessions burned before his eyes, and she leaned forward, in a voice so much harder then one her age should ever possess, he heard just barely over the cracking of the wild flame, "If we burn, you burn with us." And he watched as she turned away from him, disappearing in the crowd.

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They had been forced to sleep on the damp grass of the training field that night, their Pavilion too damaged to attempt and recover it in the coming night hours, and he stared up at the stars as those eyes haunted his memory. They had been filled with such hurt, so much distrust, and as much pain as any grown angel would feel in these times.

The snores around him kept him planted in this plane of time, this reality, but he let his thoughts wander until they could wander no more and he finally forced himself to close his eyes for rest.

He had been sleeping as peacefully as one could on a rain sodden ground when he felt it, something light, but thick, being draped over him, and he reacted in a heartbeat of a moment. His fingers closed around a small thin wrist, and he yanked the offender down, turning them over so that he may be on top of his attacker. His hair was undone, let down from the bun he normally wore it in, and it rubbed over his shoulders and across the arms of the fledgling he had captured.

Those same eyes from over the fire stared into his and his heart skipped a beat. He reached over to feel for what had been draped over him, and he pulled the corner of a thick wool blanket over his shoulder. He turned, giving her a look of curiousness, and confusion.

"Hello."

He whispered, as the not disturb the others, and she stared up at him in terror at having been caught by the fearsome Power Captain. He sighed deeply, it was not an image he had ever wanted to present to one so young, and he tried for a gentle smile, "My name is Nisroc, what's yours?"

The little thing was quivering under him, he could feel her shakes against his chest, her fingers gripped tightly at his upper arms, on both sides, and she merely stared. Not a word escaped her mouth, horror shining in her eyes, and he sighed again.

"I promise you I am not that bad." He pressed his forehead to the fledglings, hoping to ease the tension from her little self, and he only felt her quivers even more, "Even if you destroyed my things."

"Prove it."

The first words she had spoken to him since earlier that same night, and he smiled at them, it was progress no matter how small it may be. Her voice was soft, though as sharp as a dagger he had no doubts when it came to cutting enemies down with words alone.

"Prove what?"

"That you're not bad."

He nodded, thinking back on the days he used to spend his free time in the Garden, "I used to play in the Garden with the fledglings most days of free time", he bent his head forward, the blanket he had pulled forward fell over the top of both of them, as if shielding them from any unwarranted eyes, "And sometimes I would do this to them."

The Power was quick in pulling the little thief's tunic up from over her belly, and buried his face into the smooth surface, her reaction wasn't anything less then adorable as she arched her back and a soft bright squeal escaped her lips that was quickly followed by bright peals of laughter. He curled one of his hands over her mouth, to muffle the sound as to not wake the others, and he leaned over to shake his beard into her side, he knew from proper research that his beard was rather torturous, nibbling softly at the smooth skin under him. Her laughter was strained by his hand, and she began to squirm when he blew out softly against the lowest ribs, but she was the one who had challenged him to prove himself and prove himself he would. Small fingers had curled around the wrist of the hand that covered her mouth, and he easily shook the ones curled around the arm of his free hand away, as he reached to pry them loose and pull her arm up over her head in order for him to burrow himself in there. She arched again, a bright squeal vibrating against his hand over her mouth, he brushed his nose into the smooth underarm, digging his chin in rather deeply and she jolted under him, squealing again, at the prickly feeling that tingled over every inch.

Finally, after a half a round of torture, he pulled away from her torso, letting her hand go and it immediately curled around her chest protectively.

"I'll let go of your mouth but you have to promise to giggle quietly?"

She nodded and he did as he promised, resting his arm back down around her side, "Does that prove to you that I'm not bad?"

There was a soft round of giggles, and little fingers tugged lightly at his beard, "Your whiskers tickle!"

He chuckled softly, leaning forward to kiss her nose, "They do, don't they?" he leaned in next to her ear, "You want to know a secret?" she nodded lightly, her braids rubbing against his cheek, "I know they do." He rubbed his own cheek over her ear and she giggled again, tugging at his hair until he relented and pulled himself back up, "Not that I've proven myself, can I know who my little friend is?"

"My name's Akeelah."

"That's a beautiful name," Nisroc smiled at the fledgling, "For a beautiful fledgling." He turned onto his side and pulled her closer, nearly on top of him to shield the little thing form the cold damp ground, and wrapped his arms around her so that he may wrap her in the thick warm blanket as well, "What brings you here so late?"

"I'm sorry I burned your cloak."

He gave a saddened sigh, "Me too."

"I thought you might get cold though, cause it was supposed to get really cold and it might rain a little again, and I didn't want you to get cold."

The Power tilted his head to the side, "So you brought me a blanket." A curious eyebrow rose when she shook her head, "I brought you all blankets. People may not like you but that doesn't mean that your not sad too. You're just the only one who woke up." He turned, as though to check on her claim, and found all of his men curled under the same thick blanket he had then curled under, "Will wonders never cease, you have a big heart Akeelah, it is refreshing in these times."

He laid his head back down, tightening his grip around her, "Shall we try and sleep now, little friend?"

"Can I stay with you?"

A smile graced his features, "I would be honored if you stayed with me."