The Lost 500 by Finesse28

The Search

Damian flapped his mighty black wings as he landed on the rooftop of the old cathedral. The air was calm and there was a sort of peacefulness. The only time he ever known it. The last few days had been endless fights amongst his brothers and his sisters of who would lead there legion. There were getting restless to hear back about the news that had been brought to their attention only days ago. He pushed open the old double doors making a loud creak a announcement of his arrival. His older brother Kane looked at him. Kane was what you would call beautiful. Light piercing eyes shoulder length blonde hair with Latin inscriptions across this body. He took pleasure in carnal things women, drinking, and vanity all the things his whitelighter brethren forbade. A beautiful young consort of his hung her arms around his neck playing in his chest hairs as he sipped from his glass.
"Beloved brother have you discovered anything on your scouting."
"If there is a child she is hidden well amongst the brotherhood, they do well from keeping her exposed."
This was not the answer Damian wanted to hear. "This is getting old,we need to find out if the prophetic child exists."
Angeline one of their sisters walked in with her hand on her belt. "Little brother, any news?"
"I can't know for sure if there is a child there." Damian crossed his muscular arms.
"How disappointing. If our cousins get to them first all this preparation will be for nothing." Angeline shook her head.
Damian stretched out his wings. "I can go again.." he said tiredly.
Kane dismissed his pet and got up walking to his siblings. "No we need a different approach.
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I sat under the columns of the monastery that were guarded day and night. Brother Joel a tall young man with a low cut stood with his hands in his robe pockets. "Beautiful moon isn't it."
I looked over at him holding myself. "Yes, I wish I could go outside these walls." I gave him my best sad face.
He let out a warm laugh. "You know it's too dangerous Arcadia."
I frowned and got up my eyes glowed and my massive white wings extended from my back. "I'm tired of feeling like a prisoner." I whined.
He gave me a stern look and I looked down then my wings returned back into my back making me slightly flinch.
"There is a war coming and you are in the middle of it. You are now old enough to ascend and that makes you a target."
"But aren't the white angels supposed to be good?"
"They mean well but we will not allow you to be used as a pawn, it must be your choice, and yours alone."
I roll my eyes and he shakes his head. "You will understand one day my child. Now get some rest you have training in the morning."
"Yes brother Joel."
I turned on my heel letting my dress flow in the wind.

  The next morning I woke up to the sounds of brothers passing back and forth doing their daily duties. They were like a well trained army. Guards stood in the watch towers with their arrows on their hips while the younger ones helped stock up the armory and prepare food. I rub my eyes yawning and stretched out pulling the covers back and sit on the bed. Minutes later I get dressed sliding my necklace under my shirt and walk down the hall to start my training. Brother Jon was already there sitting Indian style on a block.
"Your late."
I look at my watch. "I'm late by two minutes."
He slides off the block and walks up to me. A powerful aura surrounds him and he looks at me with his grey eyes.
"A few minutes can be crucial in battle."
"I apologize brother Jon.."
He sighs. "Its ok Arcadia, you must stay focused now more than ever. Darker days will be here."
Brother Jon pulls out a shimmering staff and it glows with a massive aura around his hand. "The Ascender" they called it because if a Angel whether dark or light if pierced by it would be returned to the light they were made from. The brotherhood were charged with keeping it safe until its rightful master was presented with it. He handed it to me. "Don't be afraid of the power."
I hesitantly took it and it glowed bright in my hand. My eyes started to turn golden as the power slowly consumed me then I closed my eyes handing it back to him. "I can't."
"It is your birthright Arcadia you must learn to control it." Brother Jon wielded it with ease.
His disability didn't slow him down. Blind as a child he had to rely on his other abilities. He was also one of the few that could control the Holy weapons, some say because he had a angelic ancestor but he never confirmed it. I stood with my golden arrow watching mentor and prepared myself for a long training session.