I lie in bed with blankets pulled to my chin.
A women sits next to me, her hands folded in her laps. She has long brown hair, a face just beginning to show sings of age. Her eyes are sad. I knew this even though she's trying very hard to hide it with a smile.
Her wings spread out at she starts to move her lips, but I cannot hear her. I miss her. A comforting mother, always was by my side listening tentatively. She leaves me there afraid of my nightmares.
I always had the same nightmare. A man with a face that shows never ending suffering. He tells me we have the same name and we are alike, but I refused to listen. I never once saw my mother again after that night.
"Hey, come on man! We gotta go. Don't you hear the bell ringing?" I hear my best friend Afriel screaming at me while he shakes me harsh. "Calm down, I'm awake. Geez..." I said in a harsh matter only to find Afriel smiling down at me.
It was Κυριακή, or known as the first day. This day was game day. Game day is the most intense day of the week. It's where all the most fierce, stubborn, and scariest fighters fight for the honor of a promotion, and my regiment chose me to fight. Just what I needed to start the week.
As I get dressed I pull on my combat armor, and try to concentrate on what I was going to do. Spears, swords, and helmets are scattered everywhere. Most of these Angels were around the age 16-18 because 16 was the age "You become a warrior of Christ." Every angel had to be in this Bootcamp. It was like a school. Even if you weren't a fighter you still had to attend.
"Go kick some butt today, Luci!" Afriel says with an exotic look on his face. I was considered very powerful for my age. Usually 16 year olds were barley whacking a sword around, but I could keep up with the 18 year old Angles.
"Yeah, sure man. Anything for you."
"Thought so, and if you get hurt we got a team ready for you outside. Just... just don't go all crazy. Try to lower your strength to a 17 year old angel. That way the 18 year olds will underestimate you. Then yo-"
"I get it Afriel. Thanks though"
We talk while flying up to the arena. Afriel hands me my favorite sword Xiphose. I head into the arena ready to fight.
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Angel's Downfall
Fantasi"I hate you all! Look what you did to me!" "It was your fault. That's all I'm going to say." They look at each other intimidated. "You don't belong here. Especially after what you did..." She said glaring at him.
