Your name is Zadkiel, and you stand on the balcony of the library, overlooking the palace gardens. It was a windy day, and after a few minutes you decided to stop trying to keep your long, dark golden bangs from blowing into your eyes. Bright pink petals from the flowering Dogwoods mixed with the white ones from the pear trees flutter in small loops. You take a few pictures of the scene to send to a friend later.
Some day, when all of this was over, she'd be able to see it in person.
Or, that's what you hope at least.
She has as many names as her mother, but you call her Mavourneen because it makes her laugh. You've met a few times, once when you were both young and there was a council. Abaddon had gone with Erek, and you as his 'guard' (the job is extremely vague, you're technically of a high servant class but he doesn't exactly let you do anything for him because he's too proud. Mostly you're just his friend and advisor now-a-days.) it was your obligation to go with them. Life's children were adults, and had duties across the countries of the middle realm, so they were with the Gods at the meeting table, which left the four of you, Mavourneen, Elder, and Abaddon, to your own devices in the city for about a week. Young as you all were, the only thing you guys knew was that Erek and Memoria didn't get along. None of you were old enough to know why, so you were all fine. You wish you were all still so innocent.
The second time you met her she had had a nightmare foretelling the greatest rise of Malevolence since The Rift. She called you, of all people, because she feared the Gods would think themselves too strong to need one another's support in fighting it, and some sort of agreement or alliance between species like the two of you was needed before the adults were to see the truth.
The third time was a little less than a week ago, when you broke through the barrier to warn her about Abaddon. He's beginning to scare you. Only two soldiers were able to be swayed into doing what he wanted them to, but if Rowan had not been there, Elder would be dead.
You wish you didn't believe her to be true when she said that everything that had been going on lately was building up to her dream, but you've learned to trust your gut instinct, and it follows her every time.
