Fallen

The Fall of Celine

Seventeen years ago

It all happened too fast. Nothing should have been able to harm her. To take her from Arsale. The city's council promised her. Arsine was the only one left. Celine was gone. These hateful thoughts swarmed in Tamina's head. No matter what people were saying on earth, Celine couldn't have been taken! Not yet. Not this soon. As Tamina rushed to the city hall, Minka, a young angel caught sight of Tamina.
"Lady Tamina! Are you all right? My mother would like to know if you need anything." She gushed.
"No, tell your mother... Lodine is it? Yes. Tell Lodine that I am really fine. Just shaken is all." Tamina shoots the child her most endearing smile and pushes onward towards the great oak doors if the city hall. Maybe of she could get the council to listen, they would believe her that her daughter was no longer there. One of her two baby girls was no longer in the city of Arsale. Possibly not even in the country of Valen. The doors swing open as soon as she reached them, and a stout man stood directing flashy glasses up at her. Beady eyes that were concealed by the glasses twittered nervously between Tamina and Minka, still staring after Tamina in the courtyard.
"Do you ahave business here Madame?" The man interrogated.
"Flavian! Why must you ask her day after day these silly questions! It really is most tiresome. Come in Tamina! Excuse this man of his most horrid behavior." Exclaimed a feminine voice hidden in the black void that engulfed anything it seemed, that was behind Flavian.
"Charlene! I didn't realize you came back so soon!" Tamina commented, while pointedly taking a step over the threshold, earning a low growl and a withering look from Flavian. Charlene withdrew a stone from her bodice pocket and mumbled 'lumen' and the stone shone a bright light instantaneously.
'On we go." Charlene whispered, looking back at the outside world only once to make sure Tamina and Flavian were following. As the world beyond the city hall fell farther away with each step. The dark stone provided a comforting sense of direction, since the stone was not all smooth and contained notches to feel as you went along. Charlene suddenly stopped and with a flick of her wrist, the stone snapped off. The small party were once again consumed in the overwhelming black abyss that seemed to emanate from the very stone walls that once gave comfort in the light. Two more steps and a knock a yank in the right stone notch on the wall would present her to the sea of cold, heartless angels that found no pity, no sympathy for the young mother and her missing child.