Michael marched though the village, his shoulders back, head high, a deep scowl on his face. When he approached an immediate path was cleared for him and no one dared to even let the smallest of smiles cross their faces. The armour he had on, his best armour, was covered completely in still dripping purple dye and it was not coming off anytime soon. - There were eight of us. Our father was the villages scribe and a story teller. He would spin tales about the time before us, before the war. When we were younger we used to beg him to tell us a story but we grew out of it as time went by. My eldest brother, Michael, was being mentored as our leaders second in command. Him and Lucifer, who also wanted the position, have been a bit sore with …show more content…
He follows orders, doesn't speak out of line, and doesn't cause any trouble, things I struggle with most times. But when I have a problem or need someone to confide in I can always go to him. My only other sister Anna was also a warrior. She was one of the best female fighters in our village and I hoped to get as good as her soon. After her came Samandriel, second youngest and trailing after is me. Me and Samandriel were both coming to the point where we had to chose what we wanted to do. He's considering going into medicine, which will be useful, but I want to be able to fight with my brothers and sister. - Michael pulled back the curtain to Balthazar's hut finding him, Gabriel, Castiel, and Samandriel seated inside. As soon as he stepped in he could smell the strong alcohol that filled the room. There were a few herbs scattered onto the dirt floor and some ripped pieces of fabric. Balthazar and Gabriel both sat beside each other, each holding a cup, which was probably the source of the smell. They were covered in dirt and shallow gashes that Castiel and Samandriel were tending to. When Micheal entered they paused what they were doing looking up at …show more content…
Turning he sheathed his sword following after Castiel who had already started walking. - "What /is/ that?" I whispered under my breath. As we made our way back I strayed behind, my eyes trained on the sky. There was something odd about it.There was a bright light getting slowly bigger. It wasn't abnormal to see this kind of thing but it usually happened at night and the light never got as big as it did now. As time passed it seemed to be growing. By now I had stopped walking eyes widening. It was on /fire/. My brother noticing that I had stopped turned as well and Raphael's usual stern expression morphed into one of alarm. As the object made contact with the ground the earth trembled and I grabbed onto the nearest tree to steady myself. My head was spinning and my heart was racing. Whatever it was it didn't land to far from us and if you looked up you could see the smoke rising nearby. I pushed myself off from the tree. My hands were in a knuckle white grasp around the grip of my sword, possibilities running through my head. Even though I didn't know what it was yet something deep down screamed