The Shattered Night

33| Piper

She is coming.

The Blood Moon of the threatening night dares itself to alter into a mystifying scarlet hue. It has the full intention of eating up what little time I have left, and the hope I am still seeking to grasp more of. These little moments can only dawn upon me like a cold blanket, before the kingdom falls into ruins gradually ebbs away. Each fracture of the palace swirls into the breaking winds of the outside sky. Soon enough, before anyone can even speak out the words, all we are turned into ashes and embers.

The truth is clear. Our civilization that has lasted so long will be gone. The dynasty will tumble like stone, and never bring itself back up.

I feel this unsettling pulse travel throughout my body as the Supreme Commander's sharp irises glow intently. I can sense the uneasy energy as he waits for the king's response to rise up and take order. Everyone lingers over the second suspenseful silence that occurs upon us, and mocks our choices like they don't mean a single thing. Each coming second is another moment wasted to save our beloved home. Each coming second eats away the action we could have taken to bring hope back onto our side.

"You said who is coming?"

The king remains in his cold and ruthless composure. But as the moments of trouble pass by, I slowly see his posture start to break and reveal the other hidden part of him that one will never see in so long. The other side where fear and vulnerability sit in the wake of the lion.

Aylin De'Blance.

I am sure that is what the Supreme Commander had told us. The words sketch a symbol in my mind and almost like a sudden realization I know I've heard that name somewhere before. Around in the back of my head lies the strong loathing hatred of the Fallen Angels that will soon get their revenge and that feeling puts me off my calm sensation I am trying to mask.

"The Angel is here," Darien repeats more firmly. "I know what I have seen and heard. Please trust me, Your Majesty, on my words of coming."

The king tenses as his back goes rigid almost like a sword standing on its own sharp point. The fear in his voice is undeniable, and I am sure everyone can sense the distress our beloved ruler is in at this point of breaking.

"How can they possibly?"

There is no answer to the question hanging like poison in the air about to drip and inject every dying sense of peacefulness. As the realization dawns on everyone about the dangers incoming and carves a new mark in fate and destiny themselves my magic suddenly flows to a stop.

Something has come.

A cold wave of shocking jolts numbs my body and freezes my mind as my own power forms an unsettling connection with another source of energy. I feel the two different strings reach out to each other while spiraling in connection as my heart drops beneath my feet and anxiousness ripples in the air.

Black magic.

Almost as if on cue, the moment the thought rages and pops into my mind a sudden fixture of dark shadows and swirling black smoke appears in the air and circles the royal setting in a slow melody. No one dares to move and not even the king speaks his words as the wispy forms of gradience finally touch each other and transform into a slender and regal body.

An Angel's body.

In the wake of dawn a storm has come. The blazing flame that once lit up the night sky and bright moon in a series of embers are now going to surrender to the demon's wrath and gradually fade away until only a small torch can stand on its own.

From beside my stance the king shifts in his throne that no longer is my biggest threat. Instead the girl standing before us in her entrancing Angel sensation flicks her wrists lightly to call upon a series of dark feathers churning in the air, and that motion is all everyone needs to know that this coming is no simple game.