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'd been with Xander and Damien for a week now; seven days without so much as a glimpse of the old life I'd had back in California. Somehow though, I found that this didn't bother me very much, as my life hadn't exactly been the most perfect thing in the world before I'd met them.

My mom always told me that I shouldn't complain, after all; 'Things could be so much worse Valshe! In fact, when I was a kid…' blah, blah, blah, yeah mom, your life was, and apparently still is, horrible. However, I don't feel as though I'm really complaining; my life was about as normal as one could get, but no one truly knew me; I was always 'the quiet girl' or 'that smart kid'.

Truth be told, I was only quiet with those I didn't know, and I'd never been that smart in school; I barely got by with about a B/A average at the end of my quarters. Never once could I remember a time when someone had actually stopped to praise me because I'd never done anything extraordinary, and the lack of physical (or mental for that matter) contact at home made it awkward when one of my friends ran up behind me in the hallways and tackled me from behind in an excited hug.

Life had always fallen into a routine and was almost never fun or memorable since it was always the same thing day after eventless day. So yeah, my choice to go with the two demon boys hadn't been the smartest I'd ever made, but at the time, it had felt as if I was supposed to go with them; drawn to them like moth to the flame.

Maybe it was stupid and impulsive, sure I could've been kidnapped or raped or killed; none of that mattered now that everything had been said and done, everything- despite how terrified I'd been at first- had just clicked into place like the pieces of some intricate puzzle. I was glad I'd done what I did for once, things were looking up and I was happy now.

Well…mostly anyways.

I mean, sure, I get to have four handsome boys with personalities as different as the seasons that they apparently didn't have in their Ethereal world, all to myself; living the dream right? Not so much. All of them were good people to a fine point, they were funny, interesting and sweet, I just got tired of one little thing each of them seemed to do. They all neglect to tell me the things they find out from the tests they're doing on me; one would think I'd be the first to know right? Apparently they don't agree.

In fact, I only just found out a possibility (although not one I'm too happy with) of what I could be last night! I'd first been minutely filled in by Xander, but I'd been a bit suspicious that there'd been something else to what he'd told me, so I'd asked Malachi and Rey about it once I'd left Xander's room. I thought, that because of the whole feud thing the Angels and Demons had going, that they weren't able to converse very civilly until when Xander had brought up how he and Nate had been talking about me the other night at the lake near the house, (A. I still don't know whether or not to be worried about this, and B. The house is much too big to be an actual house, but that's what Malachi and the other Angels call it…) and Nate had brought up a theory he'd gotten from one of the Angel books. Xander had told me that one of my parents was blessed while the other had been damned, so for whatever reason that I don't think either Xander or Damien really knew, I was born with the powers of an Ethereal that will grow and develop over time.

That would've been all fine and dandy, except for the fact that he'd left out that I'd also become an Angel or Demon whom can apparently bring about a close to this whole 'eternity war' they have going on, with the incredible powers of a god that I'll somehow obtain. Malachi had told me that part, while Rey sat back with a little smirk on his smooth, pale face, adding in his knowledge here and there.

What had me slightly surprised before I'd headed up to bed that night though was when Malachi told me that I was such a strong and kind person who seemed to have a big burden on my shoulders, and proceeded to encourage me to come to him if I ever needed anything, even if it was just to talk. I thought it was nice to know that there was at least someone I could finally talk to, instead of always being the one who listens, even though it will take a bit of getting used to.

Once the door had shut I hadn't noticed that Rey had followed me out until I turned to shut the door and he was standing there behind me. He offered to walk me up to my room, which I gratefully accepted, heading over while talking quietly before sitting on the bed, leaning against the wall with the big comforter pulled over me for what must've been hours.

We'd decided to play a game like twenty questions, though we obviously asked more than twenty, and in those few hours, I learned a lot about both him and Nate.

For example, they both loved music; Rey played guitar, and Nate played drums, both sang…surprisingly, they were both very musical.

Their mother had been a human, and had died when a sickness she'd had her whole life had taken a sudden turn for the worse, and it ended up taking her life, with young Nate just outside the door as she took her last breath.

Their father was a great man, he held the ranking of Seraph, which was the second highest rank you could obtain as a member of Heaven, but neither Nate nor Rey had felt a very strong attachment to him as he was almost always gone. I guess Malachi was more of a father to them than theirs was.

I'd asked why Rey hadn't been there when his mother had died, and he'd gotten very quiet, the only sounds around us being the gentle swishing of the open curtains, the eerie creaking of the bedsprings as he shifted positions, and the lulling rustle of cloth as he pulled the blankets up around my shoulders.

"I don't know if I can tell you that just yet" was what he'd replied with, lifting a strong, slim fingered hand to the back of my head to play with my odd silvery locks of hair, then trailing a path down my neck, and back up to my hair again.

Simply nodding, I rested my head on one of his warm, broad shoulders, and must've fallen asleep, because when I next opened my eyes, I was laying with my head on my pillow and the warm, soft blue blanket pulled up to my chin, with neither Rey, nor Nate anywhere in sight.

A/N: Yeah, I know this one was short, but I plan to keep Valshes journal-like thingy shorter so it's more like a filler instead of an actual important part of the story...but, I hope you all enjoyed nonetheless! Please tell me if you liked this part of the story, because I don't know if I'll make the Valshe bits a regular thing or not...drop me a review if you feel like voting on it or whatever. Until next time, read, review, and for the love of pasta, try to get to bed at a decent time on the weekdays! Don't let me set a bad example for you because of this late update, okay?