The Warriors and their King

CHAPTER ONE

    In the begining, there was but one king and his angels, ruling over the earth and it's riches. You might say the earth was like a jungle, infested with magical beings concealed under cowslip creepers, golden pothos, and devil's ivy. The earth was an explosion of colors. Radiated light encircled around it's sphere shape like a hallow. The King was ruler of it all, and his angels surveyed the enviroment, keeping things in order and in healthy condition.

Yet there still dwelled darkness on the earth. The ruler of the darkness, Lucifer, was becoming stronger and more hideous in his ways as time went on. The King needed human beings to serve and fight for him and the Kingdom of Nevaeh. He needed warriors who were willing to pick up their swords and put their life on the line for what they believed in. They would be the greatest creation of all time...

"Your majesty?" A firm but soft voice sounded from behind the King where he stood, gazing out into the night on his chamber's belcany. The King did not respond, still in deep thought. Footsteps padded toward him, and Michael - the King's greatest angel - stood beside him, admiring the veiw the night beheld.

"Your majesty," Michael said again, prodding but careful. The King breathed in a sigh and exhaled before answering.

"What is it, Michael?" He asked, turing to face him. Michael's breath hitched as it did everytime the King looked him in the eye. The glory and power that was held restless in those eyes...

"I came to find you - something is happening in the midst of Nevaeh," Michael informed. Though, what he said didn't give out much information. But the King already knew what was happening - he had planned for it.

A slow smiled formed on the King's lips as he said, "Michael, what you may think is dangerous happening in Nevaeh, is actually what will help save our Kingdom."

Michael frowned, puzzled, waiting for the King to explain.

"The humans you see finding places to live and surviving in our winderness are  exactlay what I had wanted," The King said, stars shining inthe depths of his midnight eyes. "They are not our enemies. They are not working for Lucifer and his creatures."

"Oh," Michael said through a sigh. He was slightly releived, yet at the same time his mind was still reeling with unanswered questions. The King smiled, knowing the quizzical look on the angel's face all too well.

"These people are Warriors, meant to fight for the world and defeat Lucifer. Though some may have a mind of their own, and live in the darkness," The King gazed out again at the faint, far away torches, flaming throught the night as the Warriors wandered about. Michael remained silent, slowly breathing in the crisp night air that seemed to fill his lungs with newness. They stayed like that for a long while. Michael still had many questions, but they would have to wait. The King new what he was doing - he always did.

"Michael," The King said suddenly. The sound of his mighty voice shattered the stillness of the night and Michael almost jumped, his wings shuddering. "My good and faithful servant. I have a plan in which for now only you will know. A plan that will prosper and change everything."

Before Michael could respond, the King was in his chamber, swift and silent. Michael followed and found the King standing over his gilded desk that ran the length of his room. His han moved quickly, a white feather pen flashing across a fine page of a massive book. Michael approached carefully, and stood at the King's side. He noticed that he was writing something in The Book of Life. It was hardly ever when the King wrote in it.

A rumble came from the King's throat as he chukled, and looked up at his angel. "You do love to know about everything, don't you?" The King said.

Michael bowed his head, and folded his hands. "Forgive me, your majesty."