The Choice's Moonlight

Prologue

A long time ago when magical creatures and humans lived in peace. Demons, faeries, humans, and many others lived in love and harmony. Kings and Queens ruled over the world known as Zadraelia. Zadraelia was split into five kingdoms, Quecolane, The Demon Kingdom ruled by Lucifer Morningstar. Eldslunds, The Faerie Kingdom ruled by Caelia Roselands. Drabraoin, The Dragon Kingdom ruled by Alazar the Great. Kyathsarin, The elves kingdom ruled by Legolas the Hunter, and finally the Human Kingdom Chapton ruled by King James Paige. King James, known as one of the worst, and most selfish kings, constantly greedy and power hungry. He decided to bring havoc to gain more power. Demons the most powerful magical beings, able to teleport in between worlds, get their power from their wings. If their wings are damaged to a point of no repair, they lose their power. The King power hungry and greedy, got all the best human warriors to cut off the wings of all Demons. Families and children slaughtered, all for a glimpse of power that you can never have.

Quecolane, July 23, 15:48, 1100BC

All I can hear is the cries and screams of the children and people of my country. The humans have just attacked and all you can see is bloodshed and chaos.

"Azrael!" I hear my father call. I try to run to him but get blocked off by the people running around in the chaos. I seem to trip over something and fall hard to the ground, I feel my blood spill down my leg after falling. I'm being kicked around on the gravel floor causing me to get more open wounds as my skin skids across the sharp rocks that the road is made of. The moment I feel as though I'm going to die here, I get yanked up by my collar, and pulled into a cave, that gets locked up by my father. "Azrael, take care of your sister, I have to help my people." My father says. "Are you going to come back?" I say tears forming in my eyes, my sister hugging my leg. "I can't promise, but I'll try, ok?" He says opening the cave and leaving as it closes behind him. I stare at the door, about to cry but then I hear my sister sniffle, and I know I have to be strong, for her. "Hey. It's ok! He'll be fine!" I say bending down to hug her, she's only 53, I can't bear to see her crying all because of some human who can't understand true power.

We've been sitting here for hours, and finally the screaming has stopped and all you can hear now is the sound of flames. I stare towards the door while my sister leans on my shoulder asleep, and it moves out of the entrance to reveal my father. "DAD!" I shout running to him, as I get closer, I see him covered in dirt, blood and sweat, his usually neat hair, messed up. "Dad?" I ask as he falls to the ground, I finally notice it, his big black wings are completely gone and a sword in his abdomen. "Dad!" I shout dropping to my knees in front of him pulling him onto my lap. "A-Azrael please... take care of her." He says lifting his hand up to my cheek as the tears start streaming down my face. "Dad, don't say that, please I can't lose you too!" I say ripping a piece of my shirt off to use it to try and stop the bleeding. "Azrael, it's too late for me, take care of her and rebuild this place, you'll be a great king." He whispers breathily as he falls limp, his hand falling to his side, I can't stay strong anymore and I break down, crying.

Shit, I can't cry not now, I have to stay strong for Adelaide, and now the entire country is relying on me, and I will get revenge, no matter what.