Her brother had gone missing few days ago, it was easy to know because they were not that many in the fortress. She had been the first to find out that he was missing and she had informed the elders, they had spent a day searching for him within the fortress and after they had turned up without him, Leticia was already convinced that he was not in the fortress but outside in the world. But the question every one asked was how? And why?
She had asked to be granted the permission to go out and search for her brother.
"Leticia Moore! You are forbidden to go on this volatile quest in search of your brother!"
She remembered the elders warning clearly, they would not give her any form of permission, neither would they give her support. But then she did not entirely need their support, just what they had in supply, so she had stolen into the storage facility, where they had kept their supply of weapons and taken exactly just what she needed to leave.
Asphax, the Angel disguise was one thing she needed. It was a liquid in a bottle, a scent of some sort to cover the human smell as demons and Angels could smell a human when one came a little close, Asphax on her would hide that. She would have that unique Angel scent. They had more than one bottle any way, they probably would not notice this missing one, or would they?
The sword she had taken was beneath the cloak, it was the only sword known to have pierced through the skin of an Angel during the great war so it was a priceless gem to the elders, plus it was they only one that they had, if they found it missing and her missing it would not take long to put two and two together, she would eventually be termed a traitor or worse. She would not mind that title, she would face the consequences after returning with her brother and she would only return when she had her brother.
She paused when she heard screeching from above and she looked up. Demons, they had come to hunt. Scavengers was what they called them, scavenging for human to pick. She laid on the ground in a ball and covered herself with the cloak, blending into the rocks, she was not ready to face a demon. They had all been trained in the fine art of war, all the able humans, male and female alike, right from a very tender age, her sixteen year old brother was a warrior himself but none of them had fought an actual demon. She had faith in her skills but just was not ready to prove it yet. She laid there a while until the screeching was over.
By the time she got to the edge of the forest, the sun was just coming up, she sighed out of relief that she had not been spotted and picked out by a demon yet, luck was definitely on her side, now it was time to face the forest, she knew this would be much more tasking than just crossing the empty land. She poured a little of the Asphax from it's container onto her palm and applied it to her skin, it burned a little but she endured it, it would be well worth it.
She unsheathed her sword and held it gingerly in her right hand as she proceeded into the forest. She heard more screeching and fear registered in her body at first, she could not believe she was outside the fortress and in the forest already! She placed a hand on the bottle of Asphax which was tied to her waist, contemplating whether to apply more to her skin or not but she shook her head. It would be best to use only as little as she could, it lasts on the body for only forty eight hours and she could not afford to waste it without knowing how long she would be out here. She continued into the forest.
She had only walked a little distance when she saw something glistering deeper in the forest. It was huge and seemed to be moving. She approached it carefully and only when she had gotten close enough did she realize what it was. Here, in the midst of the forest was a sleeping Angel and he was huge.
Leticia thought on what to do; she should run, she should hide, she should try to kill him, the sword in her possession was known to have pierced through Angel's skin, she could try that out. She stepped closer to his face and got down, he reeked of alcohol. Drunk? Angels drink? She had not known this. Reaching out, she moved his hair away from his face, my God he was beautiful, but then all Angels were beautiful but she had never seen one up so close before. She decided to take her time in admiring this excellent heavenly creature.
She watched him sleep, his wings brightening and dimming with each breath he took. She brushed her hand over the feathers and marveled at them, she giggled, momentarily lost, then she thought to pluck a feather. Why? She did not know but she did pluck one, with one powerful yank and it came off. She froze when she felt him stop breathing, then he resumed.
The feather in her hand was huge and still shone, her eyes widened at the treasure, mesmerised in it for a while then she looked back at his face and her heart seized to beat when she saw his eyes watching her with his brows furrowed. His golden brown eyes burned through hers and she swallowed hard, now she was definitely in trouble and she had not even spent up to an hour in this forest. When he shifted to sit up, she felt her head spin and darkness clouded her vision, her head tilted back and she fainted.
