Ethereal [COMPLETED]

XLIII. Silver Grey

Ethereal| 43

•Nowhere•

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The howling grew louder by the second. I was starting to lose both my patience and my nerves. My brother was dying out there for crying out loud.

I stood there with eyes full of tears, tears went down and stained my whole face. I stood there with a broken heart that would only heal with the presence of my brother and the Angel's safety.

What made me cry the most was the fact that I caused this, I am the reason for all the dilemma. If it wasn't for my stupid vendetta the Angels would all be at their homes in safety or doing whatever they do daily. But no, I had to demolish their haven just because I couldn't find mine.

Why couldn't I be normal like them and just live my life? Did I really have to act on my heart and block out my brain?

Guilt overtook me, I was sad and scared. All these cries in pain felt like they were being directed at me, because I did this. And my brother is going to die as a result to my dim-witted mistakes. Him as well as all the other Angels in the battlefield.

He had a good strategy yes, but will it really help him survive?

My father was also among the warriors, even though he was older than the age to fight, he insisted to go down and fight in the Arena. Ashton also was still underage to be in war, but he said that if everyone's fighting he has to too. But since he couldn't fight to save himself, so he was positioned up among the shooters.

So here we are, three Angels -- or so we thought -- standing in the terrace in the Angel's white castle, crying over our loved ones that we don't know if they're coming back or not.

I closed my eyes reminiscing and cherishing every moment I spent with my brother, with Ashton, my father even Dylan and Decklan, whom I haven't known for that long but without them I wouldn't be the person I am now.

"DECKLAN GET UP!" My eyes were closed when I heard those three words loud and clear. The voice that spoke was closer than the rest of the other voices. And I knew it by heart. That was my brother's voice yelling out loud, to Decklan. I caught a sight of movement from my peripheral vision.

"I can't take it anymore!" Dora hissed as she started running from the other direction. She caught me off-guard but once I snapped out my reverie, I started running after her.

"Dora wait!" I yelled but she didn't obey, I paused in my tracks and looked at Ashley, she had an appalled expression on her face that matched mine. Truth is. it was absolutely unexpected and uncalled for. "Come on," I motioned for her, She sprinted to where I was standing then we both ran and followed Dora.

"Dora wait!"

"Dora hold up!"

"Dora where are you going?"

Dora was running in front of us, we tried meeting her pace but we failed, we followed behind her. I yelled and hollered at her but she didn't even turn around and face me. I was loosing my mind, what happened all of a sudden? It's like she suddenly lost it.

I was loosing it too, specially after I heard my brother's voice beaming around the arena. But I kept it still inside me, even though Andrew meant the world for me, I wouldn't go down to the battlefield like that. That's like giving yourself to the hands of death.

I know Dora is just acting on her impulses, but what is she going to do if she went went down there? I know the mention of Decklan triggered something in her, but she didn't have to act so rash like that.