The Seven.

Chapter 4

I gently stroked the pale cherub cheek of one of the restless baby's. His mother had abandoned him, they didn't know it yet, but I sensed her leave. His poor, bewildered 17 year old mother. As I looked at the little soul, I wondered if they had fit him right, if they had given him the right one. So much sadness lay ahead for this little soul, a life of abandonment, his mother wouldn't even know him. And that, that was the worst. My heart wrenched,I could see his path stretched before him littered with sadness, but I couldn't do anything about it. I gently placed him back in the cot. checking his name tag as I did so. Ziggy. what a strange name, but as I looked into his electric blue eyes, and the confidence they held, I realized she done him right. In the name anyway. My eyes roved over the sleeping body's, and with one last contented sigh, I closed the door with a soft click.

I always worked late, I liked my job, and anyway, only memory's and emptiness lay waiting for me at home. I walked sharply to my car, the last in the parking lot. A sudden gentle autumn breeze blew a strand of my long brown curly hair into my face, and on it I caught the smell of him, freshly baked bread and sunshine. Freezing , i looked around, were was he. I had followed his scent here less than three years ago and hadn't caught it since. The parking lot was abandoned, the night shift nurses would be arriving soon. I felt the air with my fingers, running it along the sound waves, nothing. It was if it was in my mind, and considering my track record it was very likely. I was the only one of The Seven still looking. I still believed that i would find him. I had to, he was the only thing i had left, my Charles, my proud proud Charles. He was a strong , proud man, i could still remember the day i had seen him, he was one of the late baby's ,restless to be gone. I hadn't known what Piece i would place his soul in, he was so many different things, i was an experienced Placer, but that day i sat looking at the little soul, twisting and turning in my hands, i didn't know. There was four Pieces of The People

, and each piece held a different type of The People, there was the Hese, they were usually the fighters and leaders, the Pina, they were the most loving and gentle of the people, the Kela, they were the adventurous restless ones, and then the Aré, the dark ones. The Eye hadn't meant for them to be created, but the universe needed balance, and the Dark Ones were born. They were the sad ones, the ones that were plagued with the eternal pain of loss, the ones who created art and music,i loved them the most out of all The People, they were the closest thing to The Angels that earth could possibly offer. And as i looked upon them from my seat, i loved them, as i did when i tenderly sent their souls to earth. So not knowing that held the key to my fate in my hands that day , i placed him amongst the dark ones, and sent a prayer after him.

Years later, he sent it back in the form of a cry of pain, he called my name in the haze of fever and his eyes were those of death. Knowing i was betraying every law of our kind i saved him, and his soul bonded with mine, i was the first to Fall.

Quickly climbing into my car, i pulled unseeingly away. " where are you Charles? Where are you?." I said to no one in patricular. Pulling into my dark overgrown drive way , i admired the ivy which was slowly creeping towards the road having conquered the house. Climbing the creaky porch steps i reached for the key i kept in the little notch above the pale brown door, but my hand clutched thin air. I felt around me in the air...Demons. My lips pulled back into a snarl, careful, Charlesinmymind whispered.. Kicking the door out of my way, the hinges screaming as they tore off, my hair started twisting and turning around my head in my anger. I could smell their fear as they realized that it was an angel and not a human that they had trespassed. Come out come wherever you are, i hissed. By the stink on the stairs they were upstairs, two of them, relatively young. Calling my sword ,i felt its familiar weight in my hand, every angel was given one, and as they trained it warped and changed its shape ,color and size to the person it was bonded with. My sword was a pale silver inlaid with blue topaz stones. Treading softly up the stairs i heard them whispering.

Look what you've gone and done you idiot! You are going to get us killed,. Cant you just forget! Like everybody else!

Oh, so we had one that still remembered his past life, how touching ,i sneered. Opening the door to my office i looked inside, already knowing that they were not there, but puzzled that they hadn't tried to escape already. Moving from room to room, i decided to cut to the chase. Opening the door of one of the many empty rooms i saw them hunched together in a corner, only half transformed i noticed in surprise. Closing it gently behind me ,i whispered a quick spell and heard the lock click. The demons looked fearfully at me. " please, please Lailah , please we didn't know". They cried. " its just she, she said she lived here and that she wanted to tell her mom she was sorry." I considered them for a moment, i could save her soul, but his, his was long gone. Playing with my sword i deliberated for a second. Then before he even saw it coming, i drove it vertically through the ruin on his bare head, a upside half circle with a diagonal line slashed through it. A burst of black light and he was gone, another wasted soul i though disgusted. Letting out a cry, the girl fell at my feet sobbing. " ppplease, pppplease, i didn't mean it, i swear i didn't!" My face softened, so young, only thirteen, still just a child. Placing my palm on her head , i jerked it sharply to the left, the sharp crack told me she was dead, and i watched her soul float upward towards the closed window, bumping on it slightly, wanting to go. I flung it open, watching as the soul floated up, were it would be Reborn.

Sighing i made my way downstairs, bumping the canvases that i had painted, all the same thing, Charles.I would have to leave now, find another place to hide. Gently pulling Charles british army trunk down from the top of my cupboard , i admired it for a second, this trunk had seen almost every corner of the earth. I had few possessions, just enough to just fill the trunk. I packed quickly and efficiently, having done it many times before. My most prized possession was a heavy little silver box , inside ,in a bed of blue velvet, was a single lock of Charles light brown curly hair. I could feel Charlesinmyhead sitting on the dresser chair behind me, " you were the perfect angel, you know that? And then you fell in love with me." He murmured. " i don't regret you, i never have. " i whispered back. But he was gone,leaving only silence behind him.

Pulling my trunk after me , i made my way downstairs. Walking slowly down the corridor to the back of the house, i passed empty room after empty room, only sunlight and dust motes played. Approaching a pale blue door- the only alterations i made to the house- i paused as a small, warm body weaved itself through my feet. Looking down i saw a cat, he had come with house. I felt my conscience twang, i couldn't just leave him here. I mean , he looked old enough to have seen the dawn of the first world war. Picking him up with my thumbs in his arm pitts,i regarded him somberly, "you sure know how to make a soul feel bad", i said amused. He meowed in response. To bad i wasn't gifted with animal speech. He didn't have a name, well not one that i knew. I shall name you tea, i announced . After your tea coloured eyes. It seemed right, naming him, incase we didn't make it. The cat didn't seem to be disgusted with the idea, so i tucked him under my arm and pressed my palm to the door. A rune glowed gold and i pushed it open, shoving the trunk in as i closed the door. Tea purred contentedly. A loud thunk noise announced the death of the rune, it was strong magic, containing a waterhole. I stood in front of the swirling pool of blue energy. Looking down at tea, he seemed to be unafraid and regarded the waterhole with curiosity. If he wasn't afraid, then i wasn't going to be either. Clutching Tea to my chest and holding my trunk with the other hand, i sucked in my breath and jumped.

* authors note*

Hey everybody, so if you enjoyed this chapter please comment and vote! Also the angel Lailah in this chapter is the angel that was responsible for unborn babys souls in heaven.

xx K