It took Raziel a day or two to leave the leave the infirmary after Raphael healed her wings as best he could. She was just released when Castiel came and asked her to choose a vessel. She just stared at him for a minute or two.

"What?" she finally asked. Castiel gave a little grin.

"You need a vessel to travel on Earth, Raziel. Father has found you a young girl that is slowly dying in the woods. She has asked for this. You will need to speak with her." He said before touching her the side of her head. Suddenly she found herself in a room of white with another young girl.

"Hello." The girl said, breaking the silence first, "I am Arya Styst. You must be my Angel."

"If by 'my Angel', you mean the one who will occupy your body, then yes, I am your Angel." Raziel spoke softly, taking notes on the girl. She had black hair with ice blue eyes. Her hair was up in a braid, and she was on the shorter side of the scale. The girl also had a pleasant smile. She was dressed in tight black pants with a black shirt under a leather jacket. On her feet were sturdy, mid-calf boots. On her hands were some sort of cloth that only covered her palms and wrist.

"Yeah, I, I guess that's what I mean." The girl said, scuffing the toes of her boots. Raziel hesitated before walking over to the girl and placing a hand on her shoulder.

"You have suffered a great deal, Arya Styst. Now it's time for you to rest."

The girl started to cry, and Raziel stiffened. She didn't know what to do, of course, she didn't even know what Arya was doing!

Raziel stood there, arms limp at her side. Soon, Arya stopped crying and gave her a watery smile.

"I guess I'm ready then."

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Pulled back, she is looking into her own blue eyes.

"How did it go?" Castiel asked, checking Raziel eyes for signs of pain. While Raphael had healed her wings, with only black on the tips of her wings, Hell's Fire was excruciating to a full grown Angel for days later. He knew while Raziel was not a youngling any more, she still wasn't fully grown. It didn't help that Balthazar hadn't left her alone so he could talk to her privately. He had a feeling why, and that could be either be very good, or very bad. They would have to wait.

"Castiel? I said it went well."

Castiel shook his head, and concentrated on the young angel in front of him. Her eyes and hair had matched his to the last speck of azure in thier eyes. Her wings, the jewels of the angels, had streaks of black running thorugh the tip of her wings. They had been thier discussion of when Father had created her, while every other angel had a solid color of wings with different hues, her's had been difficult to describe. His wasn't, they were pitch black, with navy in them.

"That is good Raziel. Considering that she agreed, we shall leave as soon as possible."

"Wait, where are we going, Castiel?" she asked, confused. Castiel smiled at her softly.

"We are going to talk to the righteous man."

Then her eyes brightned with a blue fire, excitment causing her body to vibrate. She shot of her chair, ran halfway from him, and hurried back to him. Throwing her arms around him, she shouted "Thank you!"

Castiel laughed and hugged her back.

" Meet me at Heaven's gate after you run to the armory, Balthazar will be waiting there for you with your blade. "

'And maybe something else.' He added mentally, smiling to himself as she ran of towards the armory, in search of her best friend and her new blade.

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As she approched the armory, she saw Balthazar smiling at and angel, Hael was her name. Heal was twirling her hair and her finger and leaning in towards him. Raziel felt like someone had took the wind out of her sails, or at least, that is what she heard humans say when she leaned over a cloud to look at them. Eyes downcast, she ran past them and almost ran into another angel in the passing. Looking up, she smiled when she saw Ezekiel.

"Hello there, Raziel. Coming for your blade?"

Nodding, she let him pull her through the armory to where Angel blades were stored. Waving his hand to open the cabinet, He started to hand her different blades. The first one he handed her was the traditional silver. When an Angel first touches thier blade, a dim, blue glow will appear and they know that the blade had chosen them. That didn't happen with the first blade Ezekiel handed her, nor the ten blades after. Only when she was rapidly giving up hope, did a blue glow appear on a odd blade. This blade was a slight yellow, with a leather grip. This was the old design, before they had begun to use the newer, longer lasting blade. Happy with her blade, Raziel hugged her brother and set off to find Castiel. She peeked outside to make sure that Balthazar and Hael still weren't out there. She frowned slightly that they weren't, why she had know reason. Shaking her head to get rid of those... things... she hurried towards the gate of Heaven, ready to began this new mission. One she was going to fulfil.