Rye looked upon the city of angels. It was amazing, the architecture made Rye feel warm inside. The angels smiled as Rye walked through the city. He had only been there once before and he didn't stay for long. He praised the angels and there power, knowing that he was safe within there walls. It was midday and the sun shone with a mild warmth. Rye could see the grand cathedral in the distance, its beautiful stone putting a smile on his face.

I must see take a closer look when I get the chance, but for now I must find accommodation.

He wondered where the inns would be in a grand city like this, if there were any inns at all. Angels flew above and walked upon the ground, attending to there business. They were always welcome when a non-angel visited there sanctuary, especially if they had a good heart and they tried to help if they seemed lost.

"Do you need help finding your way sir?"

A female angel stopped Rye as he walked around the streets aimlessly looking for a place to stay. She looked quite young with light blonde hair and eyes like the ocean. She awaited his reply with a timid smile, her white teeth glowing in the sun.

"Thankyou very much but I'll find my own way."

"Don't be stupid sir, I have been following you for a while now and you have no idea where you're going. Tell me where you need to go and I'll take you there myself."

Rye looked at the angel, knowing she would not take no for an answer. He didn't want to admit defeat, but he had no choice. All the buildings looked the same and Rye didn't have a clue where he was, knowing that if he didn't get help he would never find accommodation.

"If you insist. I want to find a cheap place to stay for the night. You don't need to show me yourself, just give me directions and I'll be on my way."

The angel shook her head, chuckling to herself at what the old man said. She didn't understand why the man didn't want her help, but she hadn't met many non-angels before.

"Are you scared of heights sir?"

"No, I'm fine with heights. Why do you ask?"

"Binvanos!"

She lifted her hand and a blue light suddenly flew from her palm. The light flew up into the air, becoming bigger as it gained altitude.

"I hope you're not scared of dragons."

Rye smiled as he realized what the young angel had done. She summoned a blue dragon. A few angels drew there swords and prepared for an attack but they immediately sheathed them after they realized it was harmless. It was quite small and it immediately flew towards its summoner.

"Sake tanos home"

The dragon immediately nodded and signalled Rye to get on its back.

"It won't hurt you and he won't let you fall. It won't be very comfortable but we are not going very far."

"Before we go, what is your name?"

"My name is Hall and the dragons name is Binvanos, and yours?"

"Rye, now are we going?"

Halla chuckled, seeing that Rye was very excited about riding a dragon. He immediately jumped on Binvanos' back and held on to his horn, waiting for the dragon to take off.

Fallen Arc Angel's gaze traced across the beautiful place as she moved forwards, the Sanctuary of the Angels was indeed a peaceful and tranquil place, as it had been for thousands of years. The sound of angels conversing and footsteps echoed outwards, thudding ringing out with each on- going step each angel took forwards.

Her gaze shifted upwards towards the high skies, the gleaming sunlight seeming to make every frame glow a mixture of golden colours, the sky remained a beautiful blue, no clouds destroying the sense of a hot, peaceful day, and it was indeed one of these for the angels tht continued to sor through the air, or merely walk through the streets, continuing with their business'.

She remained as if stalking, in the darkened alleyway's of the Sanctuary of the Angels, although it was indeed a peaceful, beautiful day, the feelings deep inside the Fallen one did not feel this way. Although the sun continued to glow and the angels around the place continued to go about their business' in a cheerful manner a sense of gloom surpassed the soul of the Fallen Arc Angel.

She stepped backwards, as if to conceal herself better in the darkness, the only things seeming to purtrude from the depths of the shadows seemed to be her eyes, which glowed like lanterns in their sockets. Her gaze continued to shift out of the alleyway, towards the rows of identical buildings.

She would indeed have to attempt to get to the other side of the street, but being seen was one thing she did not wish to do, being seen was one thing that indeed filled her with an utter depression of soul, this feeling indeed could not be compared to any earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of a reveller upon opium.

Her gaze widened slightly as if pondering upon this thought, a reveller upon opium aye? An earthly sensation....She frowned slightly s if to attempt to unravel what this sentence actually meant. Her gaze seemed to dim as it shifted to the wet cobbled pavement, a sensation....A feeling....What a thing, why did humans' have to feel such things as love, fear....Hatred.

The contemplation of such a thing seemed to anger her, it was only recently that she had started to encounter these feelings...These...Sensations that each human had to encounter whilst going through their pitiful lives. Before she had indeed so ruthlessly been cast out, none of these feelings had ever latched onto her, how could they? She could not feel anything, she was simply a living object that continued the cycle of being an 'Arc' Angel.

Her gaze shifted out towards the many angels bustling about across the streets before her, she was not like these...She was once like these..Maybe higher in her job..But now...She was nothing, she was a cast out...a 'Traitor' in the eyes of the higher Angels..She was nobody.....She wasn't known anywhere.

She stood slowly, a look of mere hatred in her eyes as she glanced out towards the angels, towards their beautiful white wings, towards their undying happiness, and with a skip of her heart beat she stepped forwards, stepping out of the darkness and into the light of the street.

Her heart beat seemed to race on, it seemed that it had indeed reached the volume that every angel would turn around and point and pull out their weapons as to kill her, to kill the outcast, kill the traitor. Although she knew in her own heart that none of this was true so she took another step forwards, dread filling her mind.

As she stepped into the light, the answer of why she had pondered as if to show herself become obvious, her wings ofcourse...Were still wings, stretching out for all to see, behind her frame, they always remained stretched out, but ofcourse there was indeed an obvious difference between her wings and the other Angels that occupyed the streets.

Her wings were incased in a mysterious stone, the ridges gleaming brightly as the sun's rays impacted it's surface, her wings were indeed incasted, her beautiful wings hidden, trapped in the stone for the rest of her life. It was indeed the sign of a cast out, of a traitor to the high heavens.

An Angels' prized possesion would always be their wings, their beutiful white wings that were the symbol of any winged man or woman, a sigment of an Angel, and ofcourse the greatest punishment for a traitor would for their wings to be covered....To be trapped, the beautiful white feathers concealed, as hers were in this mysterious brown gleaming stone, the stone could not be broken, nor would it ever come off, and the sight of it was enough to fill anyone with the feeling of dishonour.

As she crossed the streets a few of the angels around her turned to see her walking past and gasps filled the air the angels around her seeming to dart away from her, pointing to her and others swiftly moving away from her, as if she was contagious, the fists of the Fallen Angel clenching slightly as these reactions caused a sinking, a sickening of her heart.

Her gaze shifted towards the ground as she moved, as to force herself past them as many of the angels staggered backwards as to swiftly move away from her frame, the frames around her seeming to be in chaos at the very sight of her, and yet she moved on. A feeling of hatred, dread and sickness filled her mind as she moved through the crowds, pushing herself forwards.

More and more of the angels gasped and darted away from her, a few drawing their swords as she moved past them, her heart sunk once more, their seemed to be millions of them around her, she pushed herself through the crowds, the angels she touched jumping backwards and staring at her in mere fear.

Her pace began to pick up, heart racing as she began to run through the crowds of people, pushing herself through them, she reached a building and pulled open the door, it swinging open with little force and her staggering in, swinging around nd pulling the door shut behind her frame, heart still racing, gaze widened slightly as she tried to calm herself down.

Her gaze then shifted around the room, as if the sound of silence had now dawned upon her. Her gaze adverted around what seemed to be a Tavern, many angels perched in seats, each eye upon her, total silence across the room. She took a deep breathe before moving forwards, footsteps drilling out with each ongoing step, the eyes of the Angels seeming to follow her, boaring into her cranium.

She moved towards the counter and nodded towards the Angel behind it, who remained wide-eyed towards her, stepping back as she approached the counter, as if he may catch something.
'I need a room...' She muttered towards his frame. Him remaining wide-eyed for a further few moments but seeming to pull himself together.

"I refuse to give you a room....Now leave, your kind are not welcome here." He muttered towards her, cautious to keep his distance as he spoke in a harsh, cold tone. 'I have gold if that is what you want.' She muttered in return, although deep inside she knew it was not because of the gold that he wanted her to leave.

He shook his head vigirously before reaching for the sword at his side. 'I will not tell you again. You are not welcome here!.' She frowned slightly towards his frame, the sound of the angels around the Tavern unsheathing their blades seeming to fill the air.

She frowned once more, but remained still. Her dull gaze seeming to glaze over as it shifted around the Tavern room. ' I do not wish to fight you....But if you make me..I will indeed have to..Please do not make any more blood come upon my hands, I see you are good people.' The angel behind the counter laughed lightly before shrugging. 'Then leave, and noone will die today, even if it just a traitor such as yourself.'

It was beautiful. Rye looked down upon the city, silver hair blowing in the wind. He was worried that Binvanos wouldn't be able to carry his weight, but the young dragon was more than capable of doing so. Halla was flying casually in the distance, heading towards the west side of town. The ocean could be seen in the distance, sparkling in the sunlight. After a few minutes in the air, the angel landed on a road just outside the city walls. Binvanos followed her lead and landed next to her. A rush of air lifted Ryes robe over his head, showing his undergarments.

Lucky no one saw that

He chuckled to himself as he hopped off the dragons back and landed on the ground.

"Why are we outside the city? I thought you were taking me to an inn or tavern, someplace to stay the night."

"It is the afternoon and unless you are nocturnal you don't need to sleep until the moon rises, am I right?"

Rye nodded, knowing the angel was right. He wasn't a big sleeper anyway, spending the first two hundred years of his miserable life sleeping at least five hours each night. The road looked like it ended at the beach. It was cobblestone but turned into gravel as it moved closer to the beach.

"Well how about I take you to my place. It's a cave on the beach; I never liked living in the sanctuary. You must be hungry. I'm great at cooking, especially fish."

Rye was amazed at the angels hospitality. She knew nothing of the man but still invited him into her home. He had to say yes to her offer for he was scared of hurting her feelings.

"Good. We can walk from here, it's only fifteen minutes on foot, and that's if we take the shortcut."

She then turned to Binvanos and spoke in her own tongue (which Rye understood of course.)

"Go back to the caves; we'll meet you there soon."

The dragon then bent his knees and took of, propelling himself through the air.

"We can talk in your tongue if you like Halla, I am fluent in many languages."

Rye said this in the angel dialect, a shocked look appearing on Hallas face.

"Come, we'll talk on the way there. I'm sure we have much to talk about"

Rye nodded as she started walking, ignoring the road and going through the grasslands in a southwesterly direction. The old man walked beside her, a smile appearing on his face.

It had been two weeks since Zenith Meria had slain the dragon Kashipesakish in The Village of Estolad. It had been a great battle for Zenith and was the first time he used his training from the goddess of life herself. For some reason Zenith was once again headed for the Sanctuary of the Angels. Flying closer to this place Zenith flew over a large beach only to see two figures walking below. One was clearly an Angel but the other was an old man, that somehow Zenith thought he knew. But clearing this thought from his mind he increased his speed in the air heading right for the Sanctuary of the Angels.

The only reason Zenith was now going to the Sanctuary of the Angels was to try and find more out about the night his family had been killed. His large wings beating through the air as he drew ever closer to the large city. Now above the city Zenith smiled a little, he was once again back to his old home although whenever Zenith had come to this place now he never stayed for to long. Seeing the cathedral ahead of him Zenith landed on the spire, holding onto it as he looked out onto the town.

Then Zenith seen an angel walking through the town, the wings of this angel seemed to be cast in stone. Again however, Zenith felt he knew this person. The reaction from those in the town did not seem very good at all. He watched on at this stone winged being walked into the Tavern. Releasing his grip from the spire Zenith began to fall to the ground, but before hitting the ground he once more spread out his wings and rasied into the air again before his feet softly touched the ground below once more. Looking at the other angels in the town made Zenith fill with regret from coming here.

The angels were looking at Zenith saying things such as "Its him.. the Keeper, Zenith Meria is back..." Letting out a small sigh Zenith quickly moved on through the town. He was heading in the direction of the Tavern so would maybe meet that stone winged angel he had seen before. Zenith had a large white cloak wrapped around him, this cloak also covered all of the armour and weapons that lay upon Zenith.

Seeing the Tavern door ahead Zenith forcefully opened it and entered the Tavern. Once he had shut the door again Zenith looked around and seen some of the angels drawing there weapons to attack the person that Zenith had seen in the streets not to long ago. Zentih lowered his hand under his white cloak only to draw from beneith a Holy Blade. One of the most powerfull blade within Arda. Tightening the grip upon the Holy Blade known as Salvation Zenith then said out to the others in the Tavern "Hold your attacks. Or you shall fell the wrath of a Divine Protector and Keeper of the Sacred Deed!!!" He then awaited on the reaction from the others within the bar.

The Fallen one's gaze continued to advert around the room, icy orbs shifting from each occupant's frame in turn, a look of mere determination in her eyes as if forcing herself to remain standing against the will of the surrounding Angels. A gleam seeming to come from deep within her eyes as she remained still, her frame arched slightly as if she wanted to move, to leave the tavern but her feet would not let her, that her legs were keeping her there, hooked to the floor against what will she had indeed got left.

She glanced to her left side towards the counter once more as the gleaming of the man's blade met her eyes, each yaki-ba of each blade seeming to glow a beautiful white - as it should onced polished skillfully - the lights above reflecting off their metal surfaces as they stood ready to engage in combat with her.

She brought her palms downwards, shaking her head slightly as if towards the many angels surrounding her. 'Do not do this..Do not lose your own lives for something as petty as this...You are all small lights in this world...Lights that may dim on there own but together they glow brightly destroying the darkness, taking over the shadows. If you shine a light into the deepest depths of the world the darkness will fade, have you not heard these sayings? Why fight a fellow Angel when your hearts are not really into fighting those of light alignment, nor my heart either.' She muttered in a fluent tone, her words seeming to ring out around their frames, echoing around the Tavern room.

There seemed to be an uproar as laughter soon filled the once silent room, their feelings of fear and anger towards her seemed to swiftly change into feelings of mere amusement, her past words seemed to be words that brought a tear of joy in the eyes of them, and each angel began to laugh, bringing their arms up and down as to hit against their thighs as they continued to chuckle, as if mocking her past words.

She growled slightly, fists clenching at her sides as they merely shook their heads 'You really think you have the right to speak like that don't you?' The man behind the counter inclined a brow as he spoke these words. 'You aren't like us anymore, you are a traitor, you are worse than any evil aligned person that walks through that door..You are worse than Satan himself...' He paused for a moment as if testing how far he could go without angering the Fallen Arc Angel, a devious smirk spreading across his lips before her muttered in a more hushed tone as if for only the ears of the Fallen one.

'You are even worse than Kage himself..Don't think we havn't heard...Yes you heard me, you are more of a vile, disgusting....Fiend, than Kage!' His tone seemed to become more harsh and a touch of coldness filled his words as he glanced towards her. Feelings of an utmost hatred surpassed the soul of the Fallen One, she snarled slightly as she heard these words. 'You dare even put me in the same class as Kage?!' She growled, swinging around, claws extending ready to attack the angel.

The door of the tavern swung open, the sound echoing around and seeming to stop the FallenArcAngel in her tracks, she swung around as what seemed to be a man, moved forwards into the Tavern, the tavern itself seeming to go silent as all eyes turned to the newcomer, but soon whispers began to fill the air about the man that had just entered.

"Hold your attacks. Or you shall fell the wrath of a Divine Protector and Keeper of the Sacred Deed!!!" The man had said in a seemingly cold yet confident tone. A tone that as soon as it reached the ears of the Fallen one, it sent shivers down her spine, and upon closer review of the frame she indeed realised he was not just a random person but one she had indeed seen before in her travels.

It did not take her long to realise who it was, although he had aged slightly it could not be mistaken who he was, nor could she ever forget the night in which she had first encountered him...And his family..A thought, that upon contemplation, sent feelings of the utmost disgust and dread through the form of the Fallen one. Why was he here? Why after all these years?

She swung away from his frame as if to conceal herself from him, the very sight of him seeming to cause a feeling of regret and sickening to invade her soul. She nodded towards the Tavern keeper 'If you can not keep me here..I will go.' She moved away from the counter and moved across the room, her head arched downwards towards the ground, face casted in shadow as she moved past the frame of Zenith, not daring to meet eye to eye with the man.

She reached the door, extending a palm outwards as to push upon the surface of the wooden door, it slipping open with the slightest of force and her stepping outside, a feeling of dread once again surpassing her frame, what was it that so unnerved her into the contemplation of this man? If this man was ever to remember she would indeed feel his wrath, she was not scared of this obviously as she indeed felt dread for what she had done...Or should she say not done so many years ago. Her heart seemed to skip a few beats, beat racing as her icy gaze shifted across the streets once more..She had to leave before he realised who infact she was..

Her icy orbs traced across the streets onced more, each building that lined each pavement seeming to ofcourse be identical to the next. She took in a deep breathe before stepping off the pavement and onto the road, not daring to look back towards the way of the tavern as she crossed the road, many angels leaping away from her as if she were indeed of a contagious kind, but her not seeming to fear this, her now having much more worse fears than the thoughts of the angels around her. She did not wish to remember what had happened that night so long ago...And meeting this man may force her to do this...She would have to hide again...

A samurai sat quietly in a tavern watching those around her, her blue hair was done in a bun small peices fell from the bottom and made stripes of blue on her neck. She sipped water sitting in the shadows of a corner of the tavern. Surrounded by Angels of all kinds she watched them. She sat quietly no one seemed to remember the samurai who walked in not two hours ago who ordered a water and seemed to be waiting for nightfall. She had ordered a room as well and went to a small dark corner and sat down quietly.

She turned her head and looked out the window and noticed an elderly man and an angel talking. Suddenly she heard a noise. She turned and saw a fallen angel trying to get a room. "I refuse to give you a room....Now leave, your kind are not welcome here." She watched as a small riot was about to erupt and angels were drawing their weapons. She placed her hand on her katana to defend the angel. Suddenly a voice was heard behind her. "Hold your attacks. Or you shall fell the wrath of a Divine Protector and Keeper of the Sacred Deed!!!" she turned and found an angel ready to defend as well. The fallen angel walked past her 'If you can not keep me here..I will go.'she said. Arelia watched her walk away and turned giving the innkeeper a long stare, watching him but he turned after meeting her eyes.

Arelia turned and placed her hand in her pocket. Her hand wrapped around the key, she walked over to the innkeeper. The innkeeper looked at her and gave a smile, "May I help you miss?" In one smooth motion she took the key from her pocket and set it on the desk. "If an Angel of any kind is not welcome here than neither is a being of Earthly blood." she said with a look of pride in her eyes. She moved her hand to reveal the key sitting there quietly as the angels and innkeeper watched as she silently walked towards the door. Even though he was not there he could feel the hand of her sensei on her shoulder congradulating her on how she handled it.

The water crashed against the sharp rocks as Rye and Halla walked towards her home. They could see the small cave in the distance, Binvanos waiting at the entrance. Small fish swam in the rock pools, waiting for the tide to pick them up again. Rye could see the spires of the grand cathedral, still near the sanctuary of angels.

This is killing me. I really should find a cure for my arthritis, or maybe a spell of some sort.

Halla noticed Rye was in pain, a look of worry appearing on her face.

"Are you okay sir? I didn't realize this would be such a strenuous activity for one such as you."

Rye ignored the angels comment, speeding up as he tried to ignore the pain. He had been in more painful moments like experiencing death from a dragons perspective. Halla giggled at the old man. It was as if he was trying to impress her. She didn't think old men were like that, but Rye obviously was.

Maybe it's because he is half-elf?

A few seconds later they were at the cave Halla called her home. Binvanos waited at the entrance, happy to see them both.

"Hello Binvanos. Go hunt and make sure you're back by nightfall"

The blue dragon understood and took to the air, heading towards the forest.

"Come in and make yourself at home. I'll cook some fish and we can talk during..."

Halla stopped, looking at the expanse of the western ocean behind Rye.

"What’s wrong?"

Rye turned around and looked to the horizon. His jaw dropped as he saw what it was. A massive fleet of warships were heading for shore. They weren't very far away, maybe an hour away at the most. They were gliding through the water at an amazing speed, although there was no wind in there sails.

"There has to be at least fifty ships coming this way. It's an army."

Why would a fleet of fifty ships be coming this way? They weren't planning to attack the sanctuary were they? Rye thought about this for a second. He'd never seen this many ships in one place his entire life!

"I'll go back to the sanctuary and warn them of the probable attack. Wait here, I'll be back soon. There is no time to waste, the speed they're travelling at is very strange, and they'll be here in no time. In addition, there may be a hundred warriors in each ship! It would be very cramped but it's still possible. Anyway, atsoujanis!"

The angel took off, wings flapping ferociously and eyes locked on the sanctuary. She'd be back in at least five minutes with the strongest angels she could find. That's what Rye hoped for anyway. His legs were sore so he decided to sit down, the rocky surface much more comfortable than standing. He crossed his legs, looking towards the massive fleet as they approached. He saw no one on the decks of the massive warships, but soon enough they would come into view. He wondered if they were friend or foe, but either way you can never be too sure.