The Heavenly Archer (An updated Guardian Angel)

The Ghost town

There was a superhuman sent by God. This superhuman had amazing abilities. His name was Heavenly Archer. God sent him, because Earth was falling apart. Earth was in the Ghost Realm. There were many realms, all apart from each other. The most complex realm was the Ghost Realm. It was the most complex, because it had three different realms. They merged together into one. These realms were Heaven, Hell, and the Ghost Realm. Out of great force, a superhuman was born. This superhuman had powers to alter reality. The three realms were splitting, because of this superhuman. So, Heavenly Archer must stop the superhuman. Heavenly Archer was an average sized man. He had short, messy, brown hair and a scar in the shape of a cross on his neck. In Heaven, everyone was young. So, this made him age slower on earth. His age was 21. On his chin was a brown bristly beard. He wore a gray jacket with a hood.

There was a town up ahead. He headed towards there. This was the first time he set foot on Earth. The breeze was cool and the sky was cloudy. As he walked over to the town, he noticed the beautiful environment. Flowers with bees buzzing by, trees with their buds, bright green grass that was just trimmed, all this beautiful scenery made him have to stop. He stopped, took a deep breath and smiled.

When he entered the town, all the townspeople were very nice and welcoming. He passed by to the town square, where there was a market. A lady with beautiful green eyes stood behind a stand with fruit. Heavenly archer decided to go over and talk with her, maybe even buy something.

"Hello, madam." He said with a smile on his face.

She smiled back and replied, "Greetings, stranger. What's you name?"

His hazel eyes instantly turned to blue and he answered, "My name is Arron Etheridge"

"Arron, you said?"

He nodded

"What brings you to Wildehaven?"

"I'm here to deliver a message, from God."

She smiles again, "Well messenger, my name is Isabel"

A bolt of lightening shoots down behind him and the sky grows dark. The present takes over the past, and the town is now dark and grey. He walks slowly, silently, as if he was floating. Step by step he crept, with his golden handle clutched in his fist. Silently he whispers the our father, preparing his bow. The handle slowly extends its wings, that of an angel. His quiver was full of arrows, dipped in holy water, that he prepared the other night. The town was hollow. Houses were burnt down, graffiti was everywhere, it was a mess.

He still can't believe that he was here hundreds of years ago. To think, this place used to be so full of color.

The town had a festival which was held in the town square. Everyone danced and sang songs around the fire. Isabel invited Arron to the festival. She was fascinated by him, she wanted to know more about him. "So, Arron. Tell me about yourself."

He looked into her eyes, something was wrong. Her eyes were black, completely.

"I must be on my way. Time is of the essence."

Quickly he exited, knowing that Isabel herself was a demon. The sorrow of learning that this lovely, nice woman was a demon was bitter painful. To think of all the people who have their lives taken by the black smokes from Hell. He mourned in one short sigh, only to continue on with his plan. Breathing in and out with the fresh smell of pine, he ran into the forest where he hid his bow. When he got to the tree-where he hid the bow-he was gasping for air. Now he worried, for he-an angelic warrior-should not have these problems. Maybe being on Earth has turned him human more than he thought it would. He climbed the tree with ease, grabbing the bow and quiver. The quiver was empty, but it would soon be full. Now he was ready.

The gray fog thinned out, making Arron's accuracy more keen. A sound-that of a beast-broke the silence of the ghost town. He raised his bow, seeking out the creature. It was if the sound came from, north-east. Looking in that direction, he saw a shadowy figure move. The beast had come from the forest, slowly stalking his prey-the archer. Closer and closer the beast lurked. Aiming carefully, he pulled back the string. He listened to his breath, in and out. Closing his eyes, he let go of the string.

Right as it shot, Arron felt heat on him. Quickly he dodged the fire, loading another arrow into the bow. He knew exactly what the beast was-a Hellhound. The next arrow flew towards the hound, gouging it's red eye. Blood covered it's face, and the holy water boiled it's skin. Yet it wouldn't give up. It pounced towards Arron. The hound leaped, attempting to tackle Arron, but instead got an arrow through it's chin and into it's brain.

Arron got up and put his bow away. It rested on his arm, not active. He activated the earpiece he had. "Found the hound. Ha, that rhymed."

"Archer, you must return to base. Felix must see you."

"Yeah, you can transmolecular levate me right?"

The town disappeared and he entered a bright room with a blue creature.

"I take that as a yes."