Wings of Dust: Awaken

Prologue

"Give me the eye! You crazy fool!", exclaimed Clothos as she frantically leaped forward.
"But,it is my turn!"
The wise fools argued oblivious to what was being brewed under their noses. Filled with knowledge, but unable to see beyond the face and body.
Darkness felt upon the realm of Gardia, in thousands of years the city had never been more stills. The ringing sound of the rain echoed against the golden pavement, then it trickled down the arches the city's towering buildings, cathedrals, and shops. Streets that were typically clutter with the rustling of wings, were deserted; not a single soul was in sight: nor the commoners, nor the guardians that protected the Kristemien gem. All gone, to one location and one location only, the Gardanian Palace.
Its walls aligned with white crystal each one representing a fallen angel; a brother or sister that gave up their live for the sake of the peace. The peace that has now been broken; the balance that has been tipped; the scale broken and never again to be equipe. In the murkiness of the night, a child was brought to light, her delicate cries echoed after sundown. Born into a diamond nest and golden crib, rows of nannies and her mother a queen, no grievances should come to thee. Yet, the poor creature did not know that she shall suffer of unlawful ill.