Fallen (Undergoing editing)

Chapter three:

Night soon fell and we approached the small fae village, Nistalia in good time. Huge weeping willows all hung with sparking lights and small glistening beings floating through the air. Trickling streams reflected the bright blue silver light of the moon. It was always like this, so peaceful and magical in these parts of Avon.

Beside me I felt Thor hovering, trying to keep silent, his bum wing, straining to keep up.

       "Have you met the new recruit yet?" Thor asked in a hushed whisper as we continued to fly silently through the moor.

I nodded. "Yeah, doesn't look like much."

Thor nodded as a little orange light landed in his hair. "Yeah, only joined recently, he seems to keep to himself though, pretty depressing."

I turned and glared at him. "I don't blame him for being an only survivor. It seems like a crappy life."

Thor's face went sympathetic as he gazed away mumbling a dull 'sorry' under his breath. Being in my small circle of friends, Thor was one of the few who knew about my troubled past, how I'd been the survivor of my own family and people, but I couldn't help but slightly agree at the new recruit's eeriness.

       "Man, you gotta love fairies," Thor said in awe as he gazed at the flashing lights of all color that shimmered in the night air. He looked around and peered at the Flock, frowning. "Hey—back on topic, where is the new recruit—?"

Thor hadn't had time to finish his sentence before there was a sudden howling scream and a dark shadow dropped on a guardian, dragging her out and away from the Flock and into the tall brushes where her screams died instantly.

       Panic hit me like a hard gust of wind and suddenly we were up in arms, dark shadows falling on us from above.

       "Wraiths! Take cover!" Falcon shouted from above us, flying after a shadow with his blade unsheathed.

I grabbed mine from my holster and Thor did the same, flying with me as we charged after a dark hooded ghostly figure that flew ahead of us.

       "I've got it!" I said darting after it, following over hills, round a thick weeping willow tree and caught the end of his robe with my hand, jerking it back to me where I sunk my Spiteblade into its shoulder and jerked roughly around in its flesh, piercing its heart. I released my grip and watched as its body crumbled away into ashes, its robe floated empty to the ground.

       I panted as I flew back to what remained of the Flock. We were completely under attack. I saw Enrique holding his own, his Chaos dagger glinting in the light as it blurred around with amazing speed, slashing at whatever came across his path. Near him was Sonya who was happily sinking her blades into the ghostly figures that slithered ever so closely, surrounding her. I looked around for Falcon, but it was too cluttered with fighting bodies, my eyes were lost in a sea of wings and swords.

       "Lilly!" Thor cried, struggling in the arms of an aggressive wraith that hissed in a high pitched squeal, its grey boney fingers reaching for his neck.