Sorry for the wait, I was on vacation. I think my writing style has changed a bit since I started writing this story and I wrote this months ago so...its a bit is Jordan's thoughts as she is giving the letter/clue to the little girl in Rio to give to the Venetors.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.

A Spark of Hope

Jordan/Sophia's POV

Day 365 – 1 Year Later

It's been exactly a year since the attack on Corcovado, and Leviathan's release.

Nan Cutler, my "grandmother"/jail warden took me here after my "parents" reported me to the Silver Blood legion for-

For trying to kill my sister

Bliss. I thought sadly.

She was innocent. It wasn't her killing people, it wasn't her commanding the silver bloods.

It was her father.

Lucifer

I loved Bliss. Truly, I did. She was my sister, but I was bound by duty.

I sighed.

Sometimes I hate my role in our society.

The Watcher. A spirit born with its eyes wide open, in full command of her memories.

I had seen the destruction ahead of everyone else. The blood, the horror, the fear.

Cordelia had been right. We have been in denial. We used to be warriors, fighting for Heaven, against the Dark Prince. And now-

The blue bloods are socialites who care about nothing more than their social lives, bank accounts and themselves.

And even after the massacre in Rio, things have hardly changed. They just go back to their lives as if nothing happened.

They will not acknowledge the deaths, the need to fight. The second great war is looming over us and they have disillusioned themselves to believe that it doesn't exist.

Are there no heroes among blue bloods? I thought sadly.

But no, there is Schuyler Van Alen. I thought. She is the prophetic child.

I remembered her well. She's hard to forget. Beautiful and kind. So much like Gabrielle.

I sighed.

The sun is rising over the slums of Rio. Another day, another wish.

I sit there and wait for something to happen, a star to fall.

I wait for a miracle.

BB – BB – BB – BB – BB – BB – BB – BB – BB – BB – BB – BB – BB – BB – BB – BB – BB – BB – BB – BB – BB

Day 372

I sigh as I lean against the wall and stare out onto the maze of buildings and structures that make up Rio de Janeiro.

The Venators are here looking for me. I can sense them near. The silver bloods had tricked them with a false lead, sending them to Nebraska.

They have to be getting close. Kingsley is one of our best.

I hear calls and laughter from below my window.

The group of children who live in these slums are playing down in the streets. I smile at their laughter.

Suddenly I had an idea. I jumped up from my position on the floor.

"Crianças! Aguardar!" I called out.

Children! Wait!

They turned. The little one with the dark curls ran up to her.

"Sophia!" She cried out, happily.

"Have you seen a group of people? They are wearing all black and they will have a lady with blond hair and green eyes." I asked her. The rest of the children hung back. They were scared of her, she knew.

The girl's eyes lit up. "Oh yes!" She said enthusiastically.

"There will be people coming for me. Good and bad people. They good people will have a beautiful lady and she will give you a stuffed dog." I told her in her own language.

She nodded to show she understood, but I saw the fear in her eyes. For me or because of me I'm not sure.

"If you find them can you give them something for me?" I asked, somewhat desperately.

"Yes, yes." She said, determined to be helpful.

I felt a wave of affection for the girl. She was so brave.

I turned to get the note I wrote. On the envelope I wrote the name Araquiel.

Phoebus Ostend praeeo.

The sun shall show the way, in the old language.

I just hoped they could figure it out in time.

I handed the girl the envelope. She took it carefully, as if it was delicate. She had a look of awe on her face.

"Make sure you give it to the right people." I told her.

She nodded and ran off with the children.

Now all I can do is wait.

I sat back on the ground with my head against the wall.

There was a loud bang on the door. I looked up unsuprised.

Nan Cutler stood in the doorway, a sinister sneer on her deteriorating face.

"Hello Sophia" She snarled, blade in hand.

It was hard for me to write from her point of view, I think because she is very wise but still in a child's form. Anyway, review.

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