Kryly ||†|| Felix Volturi

∞ Old Days ∞

She danced around the river banks, her young friend's hands in hers.

They laughed and smiled, memorizing every inch of each other's face.

"One day I'll be strong enough to protect you like you do to me." He said.

"I'll wait for that day to come." She gave him a wide smile.

Her friend's face turned red.

"If...If I'm grown up and became a man, would you marry me?"

She chuckles, pulling him in for a kiss in his forehead.

"You're really a sweet boy."

"Is that a 'yes'?"

"I'm older than you." She giggled.

"Just a few years!" The boy protested.

"I'll be growing really really fast!"

She laughs and hug him tightly. She's a lot more taller than him, causing her to easily pull his short thin body in.

"You'll wait for me, aren't you?"

"Yes." She answered.

He gave her a wide, heartwarming smile and kiss her cheek lightly.

"...Randa"

What is that familiar voice?

"...randa?!!"

"Miranda!!!!"

She gasped, torned out from her daydream.

"Miranda, are you okay?" Her friend, Sinclair asked with a worrying voice.

"No, no...I mean yeah, I'm okay." She answered.

"Well then, I hope you can still remeber that it's late for the meeting. Every major ones are waiting int he room."

She gasped, quickly pull herself up from the chair and head towards the main hall.

"Shit! The meeting!"

"Good luck, Miranda!" Sinclair shouted after her friend.

Miranda Karpovich was introduced to her father when she was 17, a millenia ago.

Believe it or not, his name is Raphael.

Yes, that archangel.

Miranda is a nephilim, the half-angel half-human ones.

Her special ability is like the ordinary nephilims, she had the superior strength and swiftness, and a pair of wings.

But she's a little bit more special than the others, if her feathers were shaked off, they'll become a hard and sharp feather-looking thing that can easily pierce through anything.

Miranda ran into the room, causing the other major ones to turn and look at her.

"You're late." Rowan, the leader of the nephilims pointed out. He's the son of Michael, which is the reason he got this rank.

"Yeah I know." She gasped, tiring as she made her way to the chair.

The major ones included Teresa, daughter of Remiel, Jonas, son of Gabriel, Rowan and her. Simply the children of the archangels.

"It's not often that you're late for the meeting." Jonas teases.

"Are you gonna tease me or start telling me what's going on here before I knock your little nose out?" Miranda snarled.

"She's got the point." Teresa said, agreeing as she played with her sword on her lap.

"Duh." Son of Gabriel rolled his eyes.