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Chapter 2

Errot slowly opened his eyes. His head felt very light but his body extremely heavy. 

He closed and opened them again trying to adjust to the light.

The light? Errot frowned.

Was it morning now?

Where was he?

He started looking around to catch a small glimpse of his surroundings. Unfortunately for him, he didn't recognize the place. He noticed that he was in a very big room, with baby blue coloured walls, laying on a kings sized bed. The windows were enormous. It was like those windows you see on a church, light sipping through everywhere.

Errot attempted to place a hand against his eyes to cover them from the incredibly beaming and blinding light when a very sharp pain radiated against his body, specifically his shoulder. Errot let a painful groan out and tried to touch his shoulder.

"What do you think you're doing there?"

Errot jumped at the sudden sound and immediately glanced at the person with this very unfamiliar voice. He wasn't that tall but he definitely knew how to stand on his feet. His features were so soft, Errot resisted the urge to touch this mans face. His golden curls got just under his ears, making them long enough to fall on his face. His eyes were big and deep blue, they looked like they copied the colour of the ocean, almost angelic.

The man crossed his arms against his chest and raised an eyebrow at Errot.

"Remind me your name, please"

Errot gulped. "Where..-"

"Moccasin Blood. You were shot." He tapped at his own shoulder while looking at Errot. "Shoulder. We gave you medicine and took care of it. You're fine now but if you want to keep being fine stop trying to raise your hand. Your friend is also fine and she's the reason you're talking to me right now so dont forget to thank her. So, now that I answered precisely the 70% of your question sheet, mind if I borrow your possibly beautiful name?" He smiled.

Errot blinked. They are in Moccasin blood? The Moccasins are the smartest of them all, the infamous angels. Their minds could do wanders . They are always one step ahead of you. They probably know more about you than you do yourself. Every single immortal is filed, with those documents being heavily protected by the creatures of the sky. Nothing could get past them that they wouldn't know about . They have information about anything and everything. Details about every dimension, every creature, every event. But you have to be careful. They are diplomats. Enigmatic. They don't trust just anyone with their very valuable information or supplies. Well, not at least with nothing in return. They are strong believers of the expression 'give and take' and you have to get on their good side in order for them to help you efficiently. They live amongst the clouds, their houses literally touch the sky. Angelic and smart, everyone wants to befriend them but they insist on staying neutral and not taking any sides. That way, they can benefit from every dimension and every creature in times of need. Errot was startled to say the least "wow..uhm..Errot"

"Wow, Uhm, Errot, pleased to Meet you. I'm Elian, King Elian" Elian looked very amused.

He nodded. "King Elian...you're an angel, right?"

" Ah, I see...homeboy has done his homework. Nice. Though, I suppose you know you can't stay here right? My dimension has it's rules and regulations. You know, those tiny sentences at the end of the book that nobody ever reads? Interested in knowing what they say?"

Errot opened his mouth to respond but Elian was faster. " They say that Moccasin Blood can't and won't accept any alien creature as a resident or even worse, refugee."