Fate and the Defiant Angel (COMPLETED)

Chapter 4- Jibber Jabber

Not gonna lie, i've got uni work that i'm supposed to do so my brain is of course like hey, have some inspiration. Oh well, you guys get a few chapters. 

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She was not afraid. She was blank and unemotional. She felt nothing; she did not care what happened to her for she merely a pawn of fate. Her role in life was to guide humans' lives, ensuring the path of Fate was continued. She was a small, but vital part of Fate.

That was all that ran through her mind. She knew they may be listening, that they may be attempting to invade her mind. Her role and only desire in life was to be a Certifier, and her only love was Fate. No! She did not love. The most valuable thing to her was obeying, she did not feel any emotion.

Inside the council chambers were beautiful. Artwork decorated the outer walls, white marble columns stood tall and proud and the ceiling featured a breathtaking mural of the sky, with angels flying above. Their wings were blackened, wearing robes of white, gold and black. She counted twelve of them, the original twelve angels created.

Before humans or magic had fully emerged upon earth, the original twelve were brought into existence. It was a group who represented the different forms of angels. They were the elders, the original angels and devoted to Fate at any cost. They held power and knowledge that Zara could not even imagine. She had never seen them in person, or actually seen any demonstration of the power they apparently wielded. She just knew what she needed to know, that being that they were more powerful then she could imagine.

They did not have the white wings that she and all other angels carried. Instead, there wings carried a vast array of colours, similar to their hairs and eyes. The original twelve were the only ones to have individuality, to be different from the masses of angels. They did not resemble humans, humans resembled them.

She cast her eyes over them slowly as she made her way forward. She tried to see the inky imprint that they each carried marking their role, but they were much too far away. Instead she stared up at them, each creatures of such power and felt incredibly small.

Each of the angels had a large role in ensuring that the earth below ran smoothly and on track. There were Certifiers, Record Keepers, the Protectors, Guardian angels, Miracle Workers, Cherubs, Creationists, Virtues, Archangels, Diviners, Watchers and Clerics. In front of her were the first of those angels, and their leaders.

In her many years Zara had only see Protectors, Record Keepers and other Certifiers. The other departments did not mix or interact. They simply did their job, ensuring that the earth kept functioning.

"Azzarra is the name you have given to yourself, is this correct?" a voice echoed out, startling her from her thoughts.

For a second, she was frozen, a thousand thoughts crashing in upon her. She stared up at them, straightened her shoulders and realised that she could do this. "Yes."

"Azzarra of the Certifiers aged seven hundred and eight-two in earth years. We have processed and received a request placed by you three hundred and sixty years ago."

Zara blinked as she struggled to maintain her panic. There was a time, many years ago, when she'd had a moment of desperation. She submitted a request of change of occupation. It was after she'd witnessed the death of that fellow angel, in which his very essence had trailed down. On that day she'd seen what pure and utter decimation truly looked like.

So, she had gone and submitted a request to the Clerics, asking to be changed to a Guardian Angel. It had been simple, approach a small table with a pen and a blank piece of paper, in which she wrote down her request, slipping it into a wooden box. She'd chosen something that would put her the furthest away from the Protectors as she possibly could. The reason was simply that Guardian Angels were on earth, there was no regulations placed upon them because they were outside of control. They were given a mission and a destiny to follow, but they were not monitored as closely. There was freedom attached to it, that she longed for.

The second after she'd slipped the form into the whole, she'd wanted to take it back. She'd spent days and day waiting for them to drag her out, imbedding an axe or sword within her chest. Yet nothing happened, for hundreds of years. She'd thought it had been lost or ignored, and for that she had been so very grateful.

She should have know better.

An unknown figure spoke, "The question we have for you Certifier, is why would an angel be unhappy with a role that they were specifically designed for. It does not occur very often."

Zara's mind raced a million miles an hour, as she prepared for the speech, she'd rehearsed in her head a thousand times, but unfortunately many years ago.

She began slowly, her speed increasing as she gained confidence. "I could not tell you why I put through that request. After my update on that day I had an urge which I have never felt before nor since, I was guided by something higher in my honest opinion. There would be no reason for me to put forth such a request, unless I was directed by Fate itself."

There was silence which was somehow deafening. She did not move, her eyes searing in agony and her face set in stone. Before her nightly update she would spend those few minutes while she waited staring at the stone, thinking of what she could say if she was ever dragged into face the council and needed a way to defend herself. It had been a few years since her latest revision, but also since her last practice.

"The reason we have brought forth your request was due to . . . an odd occurrence. Fate handed down a change in destiny, which has occurred only three hundred and twenty-nine times in all of creation. This change of fate requires the change of a Guardian Angel, which again is usual occurrence. It was at this time your request was noticed, and strangely enough the destiny changed is recorded by Dorian, your Record Keeper. It was . . . odd that you came up twice in this emergence of a new destiny."

Zara nodded solemnly, "there are no coincidence only paths laid forth by fate."

There was a brief murmuring, to quite for her to understand before there was once again silenced.

"Under the belief that Fate itself has been involved here, and we are creatures created to serve Fate, we must obey. Therefore, henceforth Azzarra of the Certifiers aged seven hundred and eight-two, we change your title to that of Azzarra Guardian Angel. Tonight, in your update, you will go through the process of this altered title and will then set forth onto earth to serve faith. You are dismissed."

And that was all they said.

It was as if they hadn't just changed her world as she knew it.

Azzarra's head was spinning in shock, and she didn't know what to say. Instead she nodded her head and dropped to one knee once again. She stayed bowed long enough to stop shaking before standing and leaving. It had happened so quickly, barely remaining in the chamber for five minutes. It shouldn't have surprised her; the council was not one for pleasantries or questions.

Outside the two Protectors stood in front of the door, spines straight and faces emotionless. She let them lead her out of the complicating hallways and doorways of the realm. She didn't take any notice of what she passed, only focused on what was happening.

Never had she thought that would have worked, she never expected her request to get accepted and she never expected her excuse to work. Zara had every expectation that her essence would have spilled on that floor, leaking from her neck and dying slowly. She didn't really understand how she was alive at that moment.

Yet, even more surprising was that she was being sent to earth. She'd never let herself believe such a thing could actually happen.. Now she would be free, she wouldn't need to control every single moment of her life. For the first time she felt the urge to break out in a grin but pushed it aside. Once she was free of these walls she could smile constantly.

The Protectors deposited her outside her barrack, and she entered. For once she did not dread the feeling of the tubing entering her mind. This would be the last time ever, she'd managed to escape from the confines of white walls and constant scrutiny.

Her excitement was so overwhelming she did not spare a thought to think about the undoubtedly odd emergence of events leading her change, nor the dream of the previous night. Instead, Zara smiled to herself as she imagined a new life.