Prophecy

Chapter One

Chapter One

Eve

"I don't see what the big deal is," I cross my legs as I sit across from the principal.

"The big deal is that you are misbehaving in class and you need to get your act together young lady or you'll be-"

"Suspended? Expelled? Tell it to someone who cares," I tell him, leaving the room and going outside, heading in the direction of my father's building.

"Do you have an appointment?" my father's secretary asks from behind her desk.

"Nope. And quite frankly, I don't care," I inform her, continuing down the hall until I reach my father's office.

"Father?" I knock on the frame of the doorway to my dad's office and he looks up from his computer screen and stops typing.

"Yes Eve?" he asks wearily.

"Shouldn't we be leaving?" I glance down at my watch, "We only have an hour to get to the Gathering on earth."

My father sighs and runs a hand through his hair, a sign that he's nervous.

"Well, I decided we're not going this year."

My jaw drops, "What? But we have to go!"

"Eve, I'm the ruler of the Dark Angels and I've already made the decision."

From the way he talks I know the decision has not been made lightly. My dad may be a bit ignorant, but he's not stupid.

"Father, do you know what will happen? Things are already tense with-"

"Quiet Eve. It is not your place to speak. Now go to your rooms and stay out of my way. My advisors and I have lots to discuss," he snaps.

"Do you realize how stupid this decision is? I mean-"

"That's enough Eve, it was nice of you to join the adult conversation, but it's time to go back to being a kid."

I glare at him and stalk out of the room, slamming the door behind me. I dart down the twisting corridors of my dad's building. When I'm outside, I sprint across the dark clouds swirling around my ankles until I make it to my 'area'. The black marble structure is one of the fanciest in the city, thanks to my father. I trace a design on the door and it disappears, letting me inside. My shoes click on the hard floor so I take them off and throw them at the wall in a display of my burning anger. I threw them at the wall so hard there is now a dent, but I know that it will soon disappear.

I flop on the black leather couch and pull out my Shadow Index. I swipe the screen and check my human's fear. I curse when I see how low it is. The goody-two-shoes light angel must have done some stupid happy magic. I don't actually know who my opposite is, no one is supposed to know. Well, it looks like Robert J. Thompson is going to get a scare, I think with a smirk.

I pull up the information and scroll through the fears. Finally I settle on two. Heights and drowning. I turn off the Index and close my eyes. I picture Robert, sitting in his office, and then I'm there.

He can't actually see me, but that's what makes it fun. I sit on the edge of his desk, all he sees is a shadow, and make him imagine.

You have fallen from your window. You hurtle through the air, helpless, about to crash into the ocean below and drown. That is, if you don't die from the impact of your fall. I can feel his fear, a wave of darkness that gives me so much pleasure. My small little piece of happiness is gone, like a flame blown out when imaginary Robert is caught. He tumbles into a window cleaner's platform, shaken up but completely unharmed. I feel his fear fading and I know this is the work of my opposite. My anger rises, my little piece of happiness snatched away. I snap the imaginary rope and Robert is falling again. He crashes into the waves and the illusion is over.

But despite my victory, I know that even though I won this battle, I haven't yet won the war. I never knew how true that was until later.

Quince

You're father is busy, Quince" my father's secretary tells me, as he herds me out of the door.

"So busy he can't talk to his own son?"

"Yes."

I roll my eyes and walk out of the room, out onto the deck overlooking the City of the Light. It's huge, a white marble city, floating in the skies. Or at least it looks like that. That's just an illusion, cast by the Angels of Light. In truth, the city is concrete, built deep underground. If you were to try and jump off of the 'cloud' the city floats on, you would bounce off a hard wall. I step onto the railing of the balcony, installed to keep my younger sister, Cara, from jumping off of the balcony before she was ready. I stand above it, and look down the ten stories to the ground. I lean forwards, and plunge headfirst off of the balcony.

Below me the ground rushes up. Three stories... two stories... one... I spread my wings wide, feel the air whip through the feathers. I flap once, hard to gain some altitude. I coast along the air, letting the wind blow my hair. I look down, see the huge city stretch on beneath me. I fly higher, until I could reach up, and touch the top of the city. I hover there for a few seconds, then drop.

I sit on the edge of the Clock-tower's roof. Hanging my feet over the edge, I pull out my Index. I read my info.

Quince, Light angel

Progress: 36/50

Human: Robert J. Thompson

Human Fear/Hope: 12/34

I pump my fist, almost knocking my Index off of the roof. Looks like the trick with the chocolate worked! I focus on my human. Time to do some more good.

Robert is sitting in his desk, oblivious to the Angel floating above him.

I ready myself to cast an illusion, but before I can, I hear someone else casting one. I curse, and tune into it. So he's falling. A window cleaner catches you, lowering you to the ground. I feel his relief flying into the air, eliminating all of the darkness. I'm almost knocked over by the wave of hate coming off of the desk. My opposite. I grin. Then the rope snaps. No, no, no! There's nothing I can do but watch. Robert snaps up from his daydream, yelling. I check my Index. There goes my lead.

Despite the earlier loss, I'm excited about the Gathering. Today, I finally meet my opposite. I lift my hands, feeling the light surging through the air. I gently pull, and the wall beside me suddenly brightens. I smile. My magic is getting stronger, right on time.

I walk into the Gathering, suddenly nervous. I frown. That's not like me. Usually I'm too fast, to rash, according to my teachers. So why I am I nervous now? I shrug, and look around the room for the Dark Angels. What will they look like? I'm expecting flickering, shadowy demons. Instead, I see empty space, my father, and his advisors. I send a questioning look over at my father, but he looks just as perplexed as I feel. Where are the Dark Angels?

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