The sun was bright, the city alive. Many people walked down the streets of the sacred land, some looking for guidence, some looking for shelter, some looking simply for some compaionship in their loneliness. It was a quiet place on this day, not in the way that tells no sounds to be heard, but everything had a peaceful hush over it.

Calliandra walked through the gates into the city. She breathed as somehow, this place seemed famillier. Kind of home like. Yet she also felt abit of built up anger. Slowly she shook off the feeling. Since arriving in this strange place she has had many different feelings, some she can tell easy what they mean, but most she has no idea why she felt it. This was one of those moments.

A few people she had walked by in a different area of the land had been talking about this city. A holy ground they called it, a sanctuary. Immeditally Call set out to find this place. Maybe, just maybe it would explain some of the questions she had hidden inside of her. Afterall, she had the wing shaped markings on the top of her spine. They looked to be angelic markings. So perhaps an angelic area could help her?

Looking around her as she walked Call was amazed by the different people she saw. However they didnt seem amused to see her, at least not the angels. That just added more confusion. Finally she reached the center of the city, at the statue of an angel. Staring at it she slowly lowered herself to her knees. Please... just tell me who I am... Call quietly prayed and remained silent...