by L.L Hunter
The Chronicles of
Fire & Ice
Book One of
The Legend of the Archangel
Series
L.L. HUNTER
Copyright © 2014 L.L. Hunter
The Chronicles of Fire and Ice
ISBN: 9781310604546
Third Edition
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For Paris. . .
From death comes life.
Prologue
He spread his black wings out and wrapped them around her. The touch of his feathers on her skin was silky smooth and their colour was black as midnight but with a rainbow sheen often seen on birds. These feathers reminded her more of an opal the way the moonlight hit them. He brushed his lips against her neck. They were feather light but hungry. She sighed and leaned back into him, leaning her head against his shoulder.
And then she noticed his eyes and gasped. They seemed dark brown at first, hazel, chocolate even, and then the lighthouse beacon moved over them. She had never before seen so many colours. His irises split into a million different hues, every colour in the spectrum. He spoke, and it startled her. She didn’t know what she was expecting to come out of his mouth, something seductive maybe, but never this.
“Now, I want you to fly,” he whispered in her ear.
The words paralysed her.
He spread his wings and leapt off the cliff they were standing on, carrying her with him.
That was the moment Scarlett woke up.
Chapter One
Destiny
Just a dream, only a dream, she kept telling herself. Just another dream about the same thing. This was happening more and more often now. Scarlett groaned and rolled over to glance at the orange digits of her iPod dock display: 5.45 a.m. Great, she thought, fifteen minutes before the alarm. She rolled out of bed, and as her bare feet hit the cold floorboards, she winced. Where these dreams were coming from she did not know. She sighed. This was just another day in the life of Scarlett Porter.
Scarlett flicked on the kitchen light and walked over to the coffee machine. She poured the milk into the frothier, and while she waited for it to foam, she mulled over the events of her dream. Who was the mystery guy with the rainbow eyes? He had black wings. That meant he was bad, right? She shook it off and popped a capsule in the shoot and pushed the on button. She didn’t know what this dark angel wanted with her, but she decided not to let it bother her, even though the dark angel who had been haunting her dreams for the past few months was sexy as hell.
“Scarlett?” She didn’t hear anyone come in. She was off in her own world. It wasn’t the first time.
“Are you all right?” Scarlett’s grandmother put her hand on her hip as she stood in the entry to the kitchen and studied her granddaughter. “Have you been having those dreams again?”
Scarlett knew what her grandmother was like—paranoid. Her mother died when she was born and her father wasn’t around, so she’d been raised by her grandparents. They were sweet and all, but over protective, hence why she didn’t tell them about her dreams.
“No. It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” She put her coffee in a takeaway mug and headed back upstairs to her room.
“Scarlett, please. I have to know these things. You...”
“I’m what, Nanna?” She zipped up her suitcase and picked up her backpack and threw it over her shoulder. “I’m going to be late on my first day. Do you really want me to have that kind of reputation?”
Today she would be starting at Blackbell Academy, an exclusive yet compulsory school for Nephilim. Scarlett was nervous enough as it was, she didn’t need her grandmother freaking her out even more. Her Nanna sighed and moved in to kiss her head.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’s just that your grandfather and I worry about you going out into the big wide world, finding your wings, and discovering your Trait...”
“I know, Nanna.” Scarlett was twenty-one and when Nephilim offspring turned twenty-one, they left to go to an Academy. The academies taught young Nephilim how to call out their wings, learn how to fly, and eventually, find and develop their Traits—their unique abilities. Everyone’s Trait was different, but most often than not, they were similar to their parent’s Traits. Since Scarlett didn’t know anything about her parents, any clue as to what her trait might be was a mystery.
“You worry too much. It’ll give you more grey hairs,” she joked. Scarlett loved her grandparents and would miss them. Her Nanna laughed and hugged her. “Say goodbye to Pop for me.”
“I will, sweetheart. He was upset he wouldn’t be here to see you off. He couldn’t get away from the factory.”
“Those Blackbells are relentless, aren’t they?”
“Yes, but that is why Zachariah and his son are successful businessmen. If you see young Mr Blackbell, don’t get too involved.”
Scarlett knew Lakyn Blackbell had a bit of a reputation as a womaniser, but he was also a successful entrepreneur, and the face of his very own cigarette company. “Don’t worry, I hate smokers.” He was handsome, yes, but smokers really did turn Scarlett off. He also came across as kind of sleazy on TV, and she really hoped she didn’t cross his path at the Academy.
Scarlett said her final goodbyes to her grandmother and left for the tram station.
Blackbell wasn’t your ordinary run of the mill school. It was where you went if you wanted to discover your true self, your true lineage. There is a story that has been passed down from generation to generation. The Chronicle, which states that in the beginning, during the war of The Realms of Fire and Ice, Seraphim hid on Earth among humans to hide from Lucifer and his followers. But they weren’t hiding, they were preserving their bloodline, because they knew the Seraphim race was slowly dwindling, and Lucifer’s darkness and evil were spreading across the earth. To save themselves, the Seraphim bred with the human race.
Some people believe that this new race descended from the offspring of the first union of Seraphim and human, called Nephilim. They believe they all hold a little angelic blood in their veins and, therefore, their Traits. Most Traits stay dormant until around the age of twenty-one, because Angel blood is not activated until early adulthood. This is the time to enrol into an Academy.
Not everyone was pleased with the opening of these Academies. The first one, The Michael Academy, built in 1500 AD in London, England, was burned to the ground in Heavenly Fire shortly after construction was completed. Some say it burned in Hell Fire because the group responsible called themselves The Lucifites, followers of the Morning Star himself.
There was little mention of the Lucifites in The Chronicle. Since most believed that the group had been destroyed some time in the 1800s, that chapter had probably been removed. But some believed they were
still around, spreading the filth of their master across the earth. There were rumours that they even inserted spies into the remaining Academies, posing as Professors, so they could slowly stain the goodness and light of the Michaelites’ work, and turn it into darkness and evil. But they were only rumours, and nothing was confirmed.
Scarlett smiled to herself as she left the house. Yes, this was the day when her life would change.
She rode the tram into town just like every other morning, usually on her way to work at The Hidden Tree Book Emporium. The sky was a canvas of reds and oranges and yellows, the same spectrum as her hair. The sun was just beginning to rise. It was her favourite part of the day. She clutched her copy of The Chronicle tighter to her chest and thought about what being at Blackbell would be like—being away from her friends, who weren’t yet ready to come to an Academy. Scarlett had this feeling inside of her that she just couldn’t explain. Was it nerves? One thing was for certain—this was not going to be another ordinary day.
Today, her tram took her on another route.
The tram came to a sudden stop, and Scarlett would’ve gone nose first into the seat in front if she hadn’t stopped herself straight away by grabbing onto the handrail. She had always had fast reflexes, hereditary or uncanny, she didn’t know. But hopefully, her destination would tell.
The Michaelites, the founders of Academies all over the world, were a group of priests, brothers, and nuns who named themselves after Michael the Archangel, defender and safeguard against Lucifer’s taunts.
Each Academy was named after an important Archangel, like Michael in London, Gabriel in Sydney, and Raphael in Los Angeles. Smaller branches of the academies were named after their founding families, such as the one Scarlett was going to today in Melbourne.
The name Blackbell wasn’t a very angelic sounding name, but legend had it that the Blackbell family were descendants of Lucifer and that the Michaelites had been trying to get them shut down. The Blackbells denied any connection to Lucifer. Their family crest, a black bell in the centre of two black angel wings, even had a story of its own.
The Chronicle stated that when an angel falls, their wings turn from gold or white, depending on how high up they were, to silver, and if they were really rebellious or evil, black.
There was a dark legend connecting the bell to Lucifer: when the bell tolled, the End Days would come and Lucifer would return. Most people believed that the marriage of these two symbols meant pure evil, but Scarlett didn’t believe it. Her own grandmother went to Blackbell, and she didn’t turn out evil…
Well, that was what she had grown up believing.
Her grandparents had told her that they were all descended from angels, and that one day, she would go to an Academy to learn how to unlock her full potential. It was her legacy. It was her destiny.
The tram stopped opposite Federation Square where Scarlett could see the steeple of St Paul’s Cathedral. From what she was told, Blackbell was attached to the cathedral—modern architecture mixed with ancient.
As she stepped off the tram, she pulled out her iPhone and opened the email of the confirmation letter she’d received. She almost couldn’t resist the urge to pinch herself. She glanced at the Blackbell coat of arms on the email and back at the same symbol that sat above the doorway to the Academy. The building’s exterior was cube-like in shape, and the facade was made entirely of square glass panels. It reminded her of a transparent Rubik’s cube. The other walls were built with dark grey or black stone that Scarlett couldn’t identify. Were the walls painted or was that their natural colour? The roof was yet another story. On top of the structure sat a crystalline glass dome with faceted sides, such that when the sun hit it, each side turned a different colour. There was nothing in Scarlett’s memory about the dome. How could she miss something like this? It was beautiful.
Chapter Two