Lucius flew through the sky with his arms outstretched and his feet pointed behind him like a spearhead. His scarlet scarf ran off his neck and over his back like a flag in the wind. His massive white wings glinted with the rays of light from the sun high above him.
The slender angel wore a familiar white travel coat with gray fur along the collar and around the tail, unbuttoned and loosely bound around his waist by a sturdy belt. Hanging off his hip was a sheathed sword, the handle shaped like the arc of the sun on the hilt. The rest of his person was dressed modest to his trade, vest and tunic along with fitted trousers ending at his weathered boots. Other than the disheveled look of foot wear, the angel was immaculately white.
A smile spread across his face showing his teeth as he climbed higher and higher into the air. He opened his emerald eyes and looked up to the gleaming sun taking in its warmth. The sun would have been in envy of his smile for it shone with every radiant beam of light in the dark.
Lucius brought in his wings and reached for the sun as far as his arm could extend. Time seemed to slow down as he sat suspended in the clouds with his smile and bright eyes, his excitement was overwhelming as his heart raced in his chest. A moment later he turned and dove down back into the clouds extending his wings to catch his fall and carry him back up into higher altitude, laughing as he went.
"Lucius, slow down I can't fly as fast as you!" another angel called from behind him.
Much alike Lucius in physical build, in attire, he was clad in a white tunic strapped by a belt around his waist with chains hooked onto his trousers, which were tucked into his boots. A well worn white trench coat flew unbound at all, save the sleeves, from under the larger backpack that weighed him. Glasses adorned his gentle face as his silver hair, pulled back in a ponytail, whipped wildly in the wind.
Lucius looked back at his friend, "Seganeous, you fly like an infant bird after his mother, pick up the pace! I want to make it home before the next moon." He flew backwards to openly mock his friend.
"Ass hole!" Seganeous hollered. "I didn't fly the gorges when we were children, I stayed in school and was a good boy."
"And yet we are as equals in society," Lucius replied. "Come now, Reliegh awaits us!"
The two angels flew on straight, the wind blowing in their faces, eyes now locked on the mountains ahead. They hailed from the city, Sanctum Reliegh, Angel's Haven, in the mountains. It was a city completely surrounded by the jagged peaks and rugged terrain of the North Only by flight can one reach the marvelous city.
The two had been gone for almost two years, charting the world for further exploration. This had been the two's task many times before and they had been paired together since they took their oaths before the Senate of Reliegh. Lucius was the more eager of the two to return, he wanted to see his family; his mother, father, and little sister, Stephanie. He missed them all dreadfully.
They flew over the snow-capped peaks that seemed endless. The cool autumn breeze was growing colder as winter crept up on the world. Soon the city would prepare for the Autumn Solstice and the week long celebration that would ensue.
Seganeous always held up the rear because he couldn't keep up with Lucius' flight pattern and speed. He was more riged and bound by law between the two. He was relieved to be nearing home where his wife and son were waiting. The pair had been flying for a day, but they couldn't stop, they wouldn't stop until they reached home. Their wings ached and their bodies grew limp, but they pressed on.
They pressed on, never stopping, hardly yielding, they were so close. Lucius could smell the familiar aroma of the city wafting over the peaks. The unique mixture of spices and perfumes came over him like a wave from the ocean. He had missed that smell, and it only drove him harder onward using every ounce of strength he could muster out of his wings.
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Chronicles of the Brotherhood: Genesis
FantasiaFor strength to be gained, one must first be burdened with ache. For resolve to be stiffened, one must first be broken. For some heroes to be born, they must first suffer. Long ago, at the ruins of a shining city, an epic began. Long ago, at the bas...