The King's Knight

Prolouge: The beginning of a hard fall

   A busy day marked Primaria's castle as the angels celebrate the anniversary of the birth of Michael— the forefather of angels; the very core of their being. Angels of both kinds, Cherubims and Seraphims are busy attending their own duties even before the sun paved its way to bless the start of a new morning.

    Cherubims are easy to identify, they're gifted with creating and healing while Seraphims on the other hand are blessed with strength and knowledge.
 
Cherubims are assigned mainly within the castle grounds; and Seraphims are to guard the castle inside and out; but not in this special day where both have equal tasks that is to prepare for the upcoming royal banquet; enthusiasm are evident on every faces as each second draws near to the awaited moment.

The King and Queen rose with awe and reverence to Michael for not only is this day a remembrance to their beginning but also the coronation of their lovely daughter— Ana Arcanghel.

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    Upon a tall tower equivalently ten stories high built in the strongest of stones embedded with rubbies comes a little girl about four feet tall running to the top, dashing with all her might for atleast three seraphims, seven feet tall, well trained physique, charming, and with their weapons at hand are after her. One wrong move and she might get caught, dooming her existence for eternity.

  Sweat glistened off her porcelain skin as she raced to the top panting, reaching for the breathe she could ever grasp within her lungs.

"No more games," a soldier said dominantly as if they're only waiting for her surrender.

    The little girl looked around for any signs of escape but she found none as the guards slowly encapsulated her space. She stumbled upon the edge of the tower's balcony, brimming with red stones coated with a glossy finish as she draws back carefully. She stood at the very edge of the railing, reluctantly looking down.

"Never," was the only word that came out of her perfect bow shaped lips as she stretched her hands sideways, waiting for the winds to carry her afar. Not a moment past, she let herself surrender to the gust.

  "Your Majesty!" the guards exclaimed as they stretch forth their arms, gesturing to save her from a deadly fall. They looked down with mortified expressions only to find out that the little girl already knew how to control her wings. They sighed in relief as they saw her fly, standing in awe at the sight of her wings, majestic as the sun gave it authority and made it shine. It was none like any angel's wings.

  "Princess Ana, the king and queen has called for your presence," the guards stood firmly as they looked towards Ana still flapping her wings but not yet far away from the edge of the balcony.

"No, tell my mother, I'm busy appreciating the sight up here, Thank you." She shrugged off but before she can even fly away a big shadow looming from behind her almost covered her petite body.

"Gotcha!" a deep voice along with musculine arms wrapped around her slim waist as she struggle to escape.

  She turned around and gave up squirming as she realized who it was; letting her wings disappear, leaving sparkles as the sun striked it with its rays and a sigh emitted from her ordeal.

"I got this naughty little lady, Leo." the man nodded his head to a seraphim with green eyes, red hair, and a handsome face— the head of the guards, Leo Hartfall. He bowed a little in return along with two of his men and went on their way.

"Now you young lady," the man looked at Ana exerting dominance that are evident in his silver eyes; it did nothing but gave her comfort.

"Brother," Ana pouted. "I was just having fun." She turned towards Adrein Arcanghel, the king's only son, silver hair just like Ana's; perfectly chisled jaw; flawless features—a perfect face. No wonder he's the talk of the lady cherubs.