Chapter 1/Prolouge: I meet the fiery Archangel
Have you ever wondered why you were being stalked?
No, most likely not.
But I have.
I have been stalked from day one of indisen. First, it was mainly Atmos and Malim, keeping me in check. But, now that I'm out in the world, I've been stalked from things ranging from monks to large eyes to you name it. You see, I'm an archangel.
Actually, let me back up.
I am Seaderus the archangel. Seaderus Blackout. If you haven't heard the name before, I'd suggest you'd stop reading here. This is the point where all that know me tend to loose vital parts of their bodies. Of course, you don't know me yet, so you may be able to indulge in reading this further. Or, if you find this not as daunting as I make it out to be, go ahead! Be brave, be strong! Read!
Of course, I may be slightly exaggeration there.
Anyways, the picture up there was drawn by a friend of mine, and is more or less accurate.
Now. I can begin with my story.
No, most likely not.
But I have.
I have been stalked from day one of indisen. First, it was mainly Atmos and Malim, keeping me in check. But, now that I'm out in the world, I've been stalked from things ranging from monks to large eyes to you name it. You see, I'm an archangel.
Actually, let me back up.
I am Seaderus the archangel. Seaderus Blackout. If you haven't heard the name before, I'd suggest you'd stop reading here. This is the point where all that know me tend to loose vital parts of their bodies. Of course, you don't know me yet, so you may be able to indulge in reading this further. Or, if you find this not as daunting as I make it out to be, go ahead! Be brave, be strong! Read!
Of course, I may be slightly exaggeration there.
Anyways, the picture up there was drawn by a friend of mine, and is more or less accurate.
Now. I can begin with my story.
I walked up to the burnt-out pit in which I was told to meet Malim, a friend of mine. Sort of my opposite, actually. Malim told me to watch for Atmos, too. His big brother.
Palton tugged my shoulder.
"Yeah?" I said, looking behind me.
"Seaderus?" Palton began. He was a small Archangel, and considerably young, but what he lacked in height, he made up in pluck. His expression was bent into that of confusion, and slight hesitation. Finally, he spoke again, "Why are we here? This place is scary."
I knew what he was talking about. It's amazing how one can set their mind on one thing and forget all else. I look around, drinking in my surroundings. It was dark. The only light came from the smoldering campfire that I was next to. Thick trees clustered around us, like that of a horror movie set in a forest. I put my hand to the fire pit. Palton didn't look confused, however, and neither was I. My hand burst into flame, and even this didn't perturb the young Palton. Brave little tyke, eh? No, this was a common trait of Archangels: Controlling one or more of the four elements. Palton was an outlier, however, because I could not identify his element. He didn't seam able to control anything but his own mind and state of health (another common Archangelic trait).
Suddenly, a cloaked figure emerged from the ground directly opposite of us. Palton let out a strangled shriek, and I smiled.
The figure's wings stretched out on either side, like a bird, except they seemed otherworldy. The wings were black and white, and could only belong to Malim. Malim, being of a feisty character, had wings that fitted his personality. He extended his arm above the blazing fire pit. I did likewise - a common greeting used by Archangels to symbolize peace. Those who broke those were objective to being annihilated without trial. Of course, the rules may or may not apply here; a nice greeting nonetheless.
Malim and I shook hands, and Malim, being the attention freak he was, added an extra flourish to his hand shake, which got the desired effect out of Palton: Utter awe and amazement. It worked on my as a young Archangel, and it was bound to work again on others.
"So," Malim said in a semi-deep, scratchy voice, "We meet again, Seaderus."
"Oh, stop being so cliché," I said, bringing Palton out of his obvious awe.
Malim laughed, as did I. We knew each other for quite a while - a little over a century and half - not that old. Maybe teenagers in human standards, for what I am willing to bet the reader is.
"Where is Atmos?" We both ask almost simultaneously.
"I thought he'd be here by now," Malim said, disgust obvious in his tone.
"I thought he'd be with you, considering the fact you're siblings, Malim." I looked at him, and he looked at me. I shrug, and sit down on a stump. Malim leans against a tree, leaving Palton the only one standing. Proper respect, yes, but a little overdone. "Take a seat, Palton," I said, patting the spot next to me. He sits down at the designated spot.
"Whad'ya do to the kid?" Malim asks, raising an eyebrow. His features are exaggerated in the firelight, and it makes him seem ominous.
I sigh, and fall into a haze of sleep.
Palton tugged my shoulder.
"Yeah?" I said, looking behind me.
"Seaderus?" Palton began. He was a small Archangel, and considerably young, but what he lacked in height, he made up in pluck. His expression was bent into that of confusion, and slight hesitation. Finally, he spoke again, "Why are we here? This place is scary."
I knew what he was talking about. It's amazing how one can set their mind on one thing and forget all else. I look around, drinking in my surroundings. It was dark. The only light came from the smoldering campfire that I was next to. Thick trees clustered around us, like that of a horror movie set in a forest. I put my hand to the fire pit. Palton didn't look confused, however, and neither was I. My hand burst into flame, and even this didn't perturb the young Palton. Brave little tyke, eh? No, this was a common trait of Archangels: Controlling one or more of the four elements. Palton was an outlier, however, because I could not identify his element. He didn't seam able to control anything but his own mind and state of health (another common Archangelic trait).
Suddenly, a cloaked figure emerged from the ground directly opposite of us. Palton let out a strangled shriek, and I smiled.
The figure's wings stretched out on either side, like a bird, except they seemed otherworldy. The wings were black and white, and could only belong to Malim. Malim, being of a feisty character, had wings that fitted his personality. He extended his arm above the blazing fire pit. I did likewise - a common greeting used by Archangels to symbolize peace. Those who broke those were objective to being annihilated without trial. Of course, the rules may or may not apply here; a nice greeting nonetheless.
Malim and I shook hands, and Malim, being the attention freak he was, added an extra flourish to his hand shake, which got the desired effect out of Palton: Utter awe and amazement. It worked on my as a young Archangel, and it was bound to work again on others.
"So," Malim said in a semi-deep, scratchy voice, "We meet again, Seaderus."
"Oh, stop being so cliché," I said, bringing Palton out of his obvious awe.
Malim laughed, as did I. We knew each other for quite a while - a little over a century and half - not that old. Maybe teenagers in human standards, for what I am willing to bet the reader is.
"Where is Atmos?" We both ask almost simultaneously.
"I thought he'd be here by now," Malim said, disgust obvious in his tone.
"I thought he'd be with you, considering the fact you're siblings, Malim." I looked at him, and he looked at me. I shrug, and sit down on a stump. Malim leans against a tree, leaving Palton the only one standing. Proper respect, yes, but a little overdone. "Take a seat, Palton," I said, patting the spot next to me. He sits down at the designated spot.
"Whad'ya do to the kid?" Malim asks, raising an eyebrow. His features are exaggerated in the firelight, and it makes him seem ominous.
I sigh, and fall into a haze of sleep.