Golden wings

Chapter 3 - Three

Strong steps echoed through the long corridor. An eye opened slowly in the adjacent room, after hearing their fast pace.

Godric sighed, expecting what would happen seconds after. With no doubt, the door was slammed and kicked open. They heard her voice, as strong, loud and determined as always.

"Godric! Have you-?!"

"Ayako, breathe first. This is a serious matter..."

The icy eyes of Ayako narrowed onto Godric, with an obvious frown. Her patience was, as always, a thin line, between anger and understanding. The girl of auburn hair stepped strongly into the dim lighted room, carefully. She hurried, even if she could barely see, with only a few candles on the ground, where Godric was meditating.

Ayako answered her mentor tiredly but quickly, and they did not look back at her, too focused in the runes drawn on the wooden floor.

"It is a serious matter indeed! You have called me; and that only means-"

"An angel has fallen. Yes."

Godric closed their eye with exasperation, because Ayako had already neared a table, where all her hunting equipment was. She grabbed her things too fast, showing well how little care she had for their advice. Both knew she did not need such warnings, but Godric still tried to make her listen.

"No need to hurry with such eagerness. Hunting needs patience."

Ayako huffed with a little snort, almost offended. She threw her trusty crossbow onto her back, and then she latched her daggers onto her belt.

"I know!" She crossed her arms at Godric, glaring. "I am the best hunter, and you know it well! I have killed every single angel you have sensed! So, don't treat me like that, after so many years of-"

"Every angel is different; you should not be so-"

Godric couldn't end their sentence, because Ayako had kicked the door again, and had already gone out the room. She only had one thought, find her objective. Her voice echoed from the hallway, in her high pitched but firm tone.

"No matter if they use spells, no matter if they are the best with swords! I can face them! I must hurry! See you later!"

The hunter ran through Godric's house. She quickly reached the main hall, and there, she heard Cecilia laugh below her black hood. She did not stop running towards the exit while the younger girl spoke to her.

"Try to not tear off much of the angel, Ayako! The less mangled the better!"

"I know!"

The girl of long pearly hair shrugged and focused again on her notes and books, given that Ayako had already disappeared out the door.

A lot of time had gone by since an angel appeared. A lot of time, from the point of view of a mortal. They needed it. And of course, Ayako was hell bent to hunt it.

The young woman took a deep breath of fresh air outside; she closed her eyes for a moment. She tried to clear her thoughts.

She did not feel hate or satisfaction when she killed an angel. She did not despise them at all.

Some old books described them as beings holding true kindness and good intentions in their hearts. That was what they said... And maybe, in a way it was true, in a strange way. Their flesh and bones had extraordinary healing properties. They were able to make any pain fade, and suppress almost any ailment. Angels were amazing creatures.