My Demons

chapter 13

You are brought into this world, completely and utterly innocent, whether you are destined to be bad or good. Unaware of the evil, danger, hatred this cruel world installs for us. As you grow older, you begin to realise it's not the world changing, it's you. The world has always been like this. You, however, have only just learnt the truth. As a small child, the world is huge but as you grow, doesn't it just seem to shrink? At the age of five, your local park is the biggest most adventurous place, it's like a maze. You could get lost in natural paradise and fun forever. However the world corrupts you. Yes the world brings love and passion and that, but the evil will eventually always take over the bad, there will always been more sadness and destruction and war and just pure utter poison. Physically, mentally, the world and it's horrors poisons you. At the age of fifteen, you feel depressed by the memories you once loved in that local park of yours. The fun that just seemed to disappear by age. The park is now small, even as small as your backyard. You've explored ever corner. Now it's just a park. A boring empty space of green grass. Can't they just build a mall over it or something? Forget the memories our tiny yet open mind held as that enthusiastic, energetic, happy person you once were.

Sometimes I wish we all had brains like five years olds. Full of peace and no understanding, yet they seem to understand things in much more happier ways than we do.

I got pulled out of my random thoughts when I heard the melodic doorbell.

Xavier got up from resting casually on my couch and went down stairs. Ryder, who was lying upright on my bed, was holding his book which he had only just stopped reading. He gazed intensely at my face. You could tell he was using his powers to hear who was at the door as his ears twitched and his eyes flickered slightly.
Ryder flinched at every movement he could hear, which was quite hard for me, as I couldn't hear anything. I just sat, watching Ryder's tiny change in expression every second until he frowned. The frown seemed to last forever. Something was up. Or more realistically downstairs.
"What?" I whispered. He looked up and stared deeply into my eyes, still concentrating on the commotions downstairs.
"There's been... there's been an..." He muttered.
"An uprising. A revolution." Xavier said, bursting through the door. He stalked over to me, quickly and placed his huge warm palm on my face.
"You should be proud, Sky, princess. You angels have finally done it. I just hope you succeed." Xavier seemed to address that sentence at me alone, despite the fact I had no participation.
Ryder stood up from the bed, dropping his book in the process.
"What does this mean for us?"

"We are expected to fight, against the angels, Ryder. But we both know we cannot do that."

"Do we have a choice?"

"Technically no, but there's always a choice."

"What the hell is the choice then!?"

"We could run?" I butted in.

"No, sweetheart. We cannot run." Xavier chuckled, yet you could sense the discomfort and anxiety behind his laugh.

"What are we going to do?!" Ryder shouted, worry so obviously bouncing to and from him.

"We fight." Xavier said. "We fight with the angels."

"Against your own people? Are you crazy!" I whisper-shouted. As an angel, I just could not find the impoliteness within me to truly shout.

"I'm may be crazy, but I have a plan. In the two minutes I walked up the stairs in, I concluded, we could be sort of... undercover? Pretend we're helping the monarchy... but not be?" Xavier finished uncertainly. Me and Ryder both looked at him crazily before shrugging our shoulders. We couldn't think of anything better, especially in two minutes.

My mind raced back to the fact the Angel's had come out of their shells to fight. It shocked me. I was pained to think about the deaths or injuries...

Living with the King's sons, isn't that dangerous, for me?

"Am I in danger?" I asked them timidly.