"Now, the child". Continues the Granter. He pulls a picture out of his satchel. It was a picture of a girl about 3 years younger than me. "what is her name"? I ask. "Her name is Bree. You will guard her." "Sur-.... I mean, ok." I reply. "Ok, now you can return to your chambers." I run to my room. My room is a very, big and open space. The only reason of why I have such a big room at such a young age is...well, My sister. My sister is gone. I will never see her again. She once was one of the most important angel..until the dark spirits took her. They thought, if they couldn't win a war against us (which we never liked holding) then we couldn't have good rulers. That's why I just refer to them as, THEM.
