Prophecy

Chapter Two

Chapter  Two

Eve

    I stare numbly at my watch, counting down the minutes until the Light Angels realize we’re missing. My father always used to drag me along to the Gatherings, only to dump me at some human place the whole time. I used to wish that we didn’t have to attend the Gatherings. Now that my wish has come true I can’t believe how disappointed I am. I never liked my opposite, after all he, or she is the one who fills Robert stupid Thompson with hope. But it would be nice to have a face to my opposite. Or even just a name. But no. I’m not important enough. All of a sudden there’s a bang on my door. I jump from the couch and open the door. A strong hand grabs my arm.

    “Your father has summoned you to his office.”

    I find myself looking at my father’s best advisor.

    “Uhh, okay, just let me get my shoes-”

    “No time.”

    Before I know it, I am being dragged to my father’s building, barefoot. Yep, I feel very important. We enter my father’s office.

    “What’s going on?” I demand, the second I’m inside.

    My father looks grim. “Listen Eve-”

    “Listen? What do you think I’ve been doing this whole time? Covering my ears with my hands and singing at the top of my lungs?”

    “Now is not the time for jokes Eve. We are at war.”

    “What?” I look at the faces of everyone in the room. They all have the same grim expression. My father speaks the truth.

    “Here,” he places a silver sword and sheath in my hands and then a second later, a bow and quiver of arrows.

    “Wha-” my question is cut off when the door bursts open and a boy comes in wielding a sword.

At that moment, I know he is my opposite. I recognize the presence. It is the same presence I sense when I am battling with my opposite in an illusion. I sling the bow and quiver over my shoulder, and attach the sheath to my belt. Then I raise my sword, mirroring my opposite, ready for anything that comes my way.

Quince

Where are the Dark Angels? I always know when they’re here, even if I can’t see them, they could appear if they wished to, but most often they don’t bother. You can sense them, a deep fear, a shadow on your soul. But instead there is nothing. No, not nothing. Disappointment. Anger. But not anything like the Dark Angels. I walk  past the crowds of confused Light Angels, listen to them whisper. I walk out into a small courtyard, surrounded by flowers. I sit on a bench in the middle of the courtyard and wait. And then, from the path behind me, I hear a scream. Then more. Soon the whole world is filled with screams and yells, and I run into the courtyard, and then I stop dead. On the ground, my father’s body lies, a hole, still burning with black fire, carved through his chest. I sink to the ground. In one second, my simple world has collapsed. My strict father, the one person in my life I could count on, dead. The Dark Angels, once our friends, who I longed to meet, his killers. And me, the rash Angel, Alone. Without a father.

    The City of Light is chaos. The Angels run around, screaming. And I stand here, anger building in my chest. No, not anger. Something deeper. Something worse. Hate.

    I walk into my father’s armoury, the one place in the city I was never allowed to go. But that was my old life. I pick up a bow, a sword, both glowing with a gentle light. These are the weapons of the Light. I pull them on, and head out of the door. I think about what I know about the Dark Angel’s city. I put all of it into my head. And then, moments later, I appear in an alley. I grin. Now, to find the killer. I know he can use Dark-Fire, so he must be powerful. And the Light Angels tend to make a list of Angels like that. I pull out my Index. Three targets. The Dark Angel’s ruler. His top advisor. And a priest going by the name of Carter. I frown. The ruler and his advisor will be together. I’ll start there. And besides, it’ll be fun to give the Dark Angels the same ‘gift’ they gave us. I snatch a black jacket off of a clothesline, and hope my telltale white wings will fit beneath it.

    I stand outside of the huge castle that the Dark ruler calls home. I rest my hand on the hilt of the sword, and focus of the corridor outside of the ruler’s office, which I can just see through a window. I check my Index, and to my amazement, the first target changes. A girl’s name, Eve. But why?

I feel my opposites presence, very strong. I pull out my sword and throw off the jacket. I count to three in my head. One...two...three… I kick open the door. Inside a girl stands, holding a silver sword. I ready myself to fight.

Chapter Twooooo! Okay, so we haven't updated in a while... oops? Chapter Three will be up soon!