“Ash, you shouldn’t be here. Until the keepers make their final decision, you can’t be seen on the surface.” Her brown eyes held worry for her old friend.
“Have you heard anything?” he asked Jedzia.
She gave him a reassuring smile. “You are one of our best keepers. Everyone makes mistakes, plus I told you, you aren’t the only keeper who has snuck off to hang out in one of the underground layers. They know you won’t be the last. It’s just what your excursions caused that-”
Ash made a loud coughing noise and nodded towards Annalise. The seraph didn’t know much about why he was in trouble, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to share all of the details just yet. Jedzia nodded to let him know that she understood. They were connected like that; it was what made them such great partners.
“I don’t want to get you in trouble, but I- we- need your help.” Ash gestured toward Annalise.
Jedzia’s eyes scanned over the stranger in her home. She was the smartest keeper he knew. History, fighting, flying, she was the best at everything. If anyone knew what had happened to him, it was her.
“Anna- you need to show her who you are. You can trust her,” he urged. He silently hoped that she would believe him. Annalise just stood there, only taking a step back to turn and glare at Ash.
Fine, be that way, he thought. “Jedzia, something has happened to me. I was hoping you might have some insight into what it is. You’re the smartest person I know and trust.”
Jedzia smiled and took a step closer to him. She put her hand to his cheek, it was soft and warm to the touch. Ash closed his eyes and smiled. Her touch was always comforting.
“Anything for you, my partner,” Jedzia told him. Ash took an uncomfortable step back, and hoped she wouldn’t be offended. He had once thought about getting permission from the Officials to take Jedzia as his own. Eventually all keepers grew old and settled down, but the idea never sat right with him. It was expected, since she had been his partner for so many years, but that was a lifestyle he never wanted. He was sure that she felt a feeling of exile and criticism when her partner was banished as a keeper, and for that he was truly sorry. But he never wanted to hide who he was and what he loved. He loved being with regular people, doing regular things. He loved the attention and the gems. As a keeper, he had questioned too much. The keepers had told him that he didn’t have the greater good at heart when they had banished him. Maybe they were right. Maybe he wasn’t good enough to be a keeper. He had broken too many oaths.
“I died, or I guess I was supposed to die- at the hands of a fallen,” he began. He spoke slowly to let her take it all in, and get over the shock of what he was saying.
“You’re kidding right? A fallen. The fallen are extinct.” Jedzia started to pace like she normally did when she got excited.
“No. They are not. They are very much…not extinct,” Annalise piped in from where she stood. “A very bad fallen name Loki put his weapon through Ash, and I was supposed to take his soul, but I could not.”
Jedzia stopped mid-pace. “You- that means- oh my- that means you’re a- and he’s a?” She didn’t finish a single phrase.
“I am a seraph. Yes.” Annalise smiled.
Jedzia rushed over to her table and sat down. “This is a lot to take in,” she muttered.
Ash smiled, he knew he could count on her to believe him. He motioned for Annalise to come closer, but she still wouldn’t move away from her spot by the door. It was as if she was waiting for trouble.
“She saved me- and now something is wrong. I can move water like Annalise, she can do this transport thingy with me to her world and something is off about me. I can feel it deep inside, something is not right. I’ve hardly eaten or slept in days.”
She took a few deep breaths before she began to talk, and like always she knew the answers.
“The seraphs. They were the original inhabitants of this planet. Legends say that when the colonies first came to this planet, the seraphs created their own plane of existence and sealed off the entrance to their world. They were have always been rumored to exist, but I never believed it until now.”
Ash grew a bit impatient. He was afraid the keepers would find out he was here; he didn’t want to stay long. He didn’t want to get Jedzia in trouble. He already knew about the rumors, he wanted to know the secrets.
“Has anyone ever been saved like me?” he urged.
Jedzia shook her head “No, I’ve never even heard the slightest rumor of something like this, but I would assume that if she had saved you, she gave you a portion of her seraph essence. If that is the case, I would be careful. You are now part of a world you were never meant to know.”
As cool as it sounded, he didn’t want to be a seraph. He wanted to rewind his life back a few weeks. Back to a time when he was a keeper during the day, a fighter at the Underground on his nights off, and the biggest trouble he got in was helping Arie catch that month’s criminal. His heart wrenched at the thought of Arie. He hoped that she was staying out of trouble. She was searching for Loki, and he didn’t know how prepared she was for his strength. She was a smart girl though. If she wasn’t fully prepared, she would have never taken the job.
“Why did you save him?” Jedzia bluntly asked Annalise.
“I do not know.”
Ash turned towards the blonde who still stood in the corner of the room; why did she save him? If he was supposed to die like she insisted, would the powers that be send someone else to take him instead?
“Ash- I just wanted to let you know. Jaron…” Jedzia acted nervous, something very unlike her.
“It’s okay, you can say it.”
“Jaron has been made my new partner. It’s hard fighting with him. Especially when he hates you so much.”
The mention of Jaron’s name sent Ash’s mind into frenzy of emotions. Anger, betrayal, and hurt all mixed into a ball that he just wanted to throw at Jaron to kill him. He shrugged as if he didn’t care. He knew Jaron would never protect Jedzia like he could have. Jaron would look out for his own interests first and forget about his partner.
“I figured. Jaron has always had his eye on you.”
Jedzia blushed slightly, the rosy glow making her pale skin light up with even more beauty.
“He is a good keeper, but he is hiding something from me. He sneaks off a lot when we are on missions. He spends a lot of time with the alchemist at the conservatory. I don’t know what they are doing. I can’t explain it, but I have the feeling he is into something very bad. I- I just wanted to let you know, so you can stay clear of him.”
Ash understood the instincts a keeper had, and trusted Jedzia’s with all of his being. The alchemists were a coveted species who were also original inhabitants of the world, but the Officials had a few who lived in the conservatory. They were experts on science and the world, but also known for being paranoid. They spelled the keeper blades to make the beholder stronger; they also created a lot of the technology that the keepers used.
“I will. You be careful also. Don’t let him suck you into anything.”
In a split second, Annalise teleported to his side. “Someone’s coming. Ash we need to leave now.”
She desperately clung to his side, trying to pull him out of the chair.
Ash grabbed her tightly; the fear trickled from her body. She was scared, and he could feel it too.
He turned to say goodbye to Jedzia, but a pounding on the front door stopped him.
“It is them. I can feel it,” Annalise whispered, “It is a fallen.”
Annalise
The words had barely left her lips before the pounding became more insistent. “Please, Ash, we must go, there is no time for pleasantries,” she insisted, wanting to teleport them out of there but also wondering what they would do about his friend. Annalise certainly did not want her to suffer on their behalf, and she was not sure she could teleport the both of them.
Trying to be brave, she turned towards the door and stepped in front of the mortals as
the metal material came crashing to the floor. She opened her mouth to try to warn them, get them to understand how serious this was, when the figure walked through the door and confusion crept over her body. Unable to believe what she was seeing before her, she took an unconscious step forward and felt Ash grab her by the arm as if to stop her.
Inside stepped a tall and athletically built female, clad from head to toe in black, strawberry blonde hair pulled up into a tight ponytail at the top of her head. She had a sword strapped to her back, something that Annalise found odd considering that female seraphs had no use in such weapons. The blonde could feel the fallen energy radiating off the girl in front of her, although she looked much the same as she did when she was a seraph herself. “Endarial,” she whispered, confused at why the girl did not look like a monster as she had been taught the fallen looked like.
“In the flesh,” the fallen smirked, placing her hands on her hips and looking around the room, “Now what do we have here?” Her blue eyes trailed over the room as if she were making it her own with every glance, finally settling on the boy behind her. Annalise lowered her eyebrows, taking a protective step backwards toward Ash. “Well, well, well, looks like we have an almighty seraph mingling with the lowly keepers,” she mocked, eyes locking on Ash’s hand on her arm and giving a laugh, “Oh Leon would not be happy about this would he, Annalise?”
Annalise glared at her, not wanting to mention that Leon had already seen the two of them together. She could not think of what was going on in his mind, or she would be unable to concentrate on the situation at hand; the thought of Leon made her sad inside.
“You know this girl?” Ash asked from behind her, “She doesn’t look so tough.”
“She was an acquaintance of mine before she fell. Do not let her looks fool you. The fallen are evil creatures.” This was something she was sure of, even if the girl did not look like a monstrous creature, she knew that Endarial was dangerous.
Endarial shook her head and rolled her eyes, “What do you know of good and evil? You are so sheltered that I’m surprised you found yourself here with the mortals. And to bring his soul back when it should have been taken, Annalise, tsk tsk.”
Letting her mouth fall open in shock, Annalise pulled her arm from Ash’s grasp and took an angry step forward. “How do you know of these things that have come to pass?” she demanded, blue eyes locked on the fallen in front of her.
“Because Loki killed this keeper, he is supposed to be dead. Yet, here he is alive and well. The great Loki has chosen me as his partner, the one to help him bring us back into power. You fools have cast us out because you think you are so great, so mighty. Your kind cast me from my home,” Endarial exclaimed, taking a step towards Annalise and balling her fists at her side.
“If you are a fallen, you have no powers,” Jedzia insisted, coming to stand beside of Annalise.
Endarial lowered her head to look up at them through lowered eyelids, “I think you are mistaken.” Before Annalise could warn them to get down, she felt the power radiating somehow from the fallen. Endarial pulled a lighter from her pocket and flicked it open. The fire roared to life, a menacing laugh coming from the fallen as she held up her hand and directed the fire towards the trio in front of her. Annalise threw herself out of the way of the fire and against the far wall as Ash pushed Jedzia to the ground, toppling over with her as she fell and rolling off to the side.
Continuing to laugh as if this was all a game, Endarial set her eyes on the mortal couple on the ground. Annalise reacted before she could think and threw her arms out in front of her and called on her magic. She felt the rush of energy flow through her body, a gush of water flying out to hit Endarial’s lighter and knock it out of her hands. The fallen glared at her, turning to face her once again, “Your feelings for these mortals will get you killed.”
“How is it that you have become so cold? That you continue to have powers although they were stripped from you?” Annalise demanded, her voice more intense than usual.
The girl held up her hand to show a large red ring on her finger, the black metal enveloping it wrapped around her pale finger. “This was fashioned for me. Each of us has one and it brings back that which you have taken from us. We are still unable to hide our wings, unable to teleport because you have taken our bangles and grounded us.”
“I have done nothing to you,” Annalise insisted, trying to reason with her before more destruction came upon this place. “Please leave us and we will leave you alone.”
Feigning a yawn, Endarial patted her mouth with her palm and looked down at her wrist as if there were a watch there, “I’m so tired of talking,” she said and reached for the hilt of the sword at her back and pulled it from its resting place.
“You have no chance against us. You are just a little girl,” Ash laughed.
“Do not mock her,” Annalise insisted. She looked over to where he stood. He stood in front of his friend in a protective fashion, much like he had done for her on several occasions in the short span of time they had known each other. The way he and Jedzia were around each other had made Annalise uncomfortable. Part of her wished that could have been her that he was protecting at this moment. She had never been in a battle in her life. She had no idea what to do about a sword, but she was the one who was immortal, and she would let him protect his friend. “Stay there, she is dangerous.” Still, as she said this, she saw him reach into his cloak and pull his weapon, steel and shining, and hold it out in front of him. Annalise saw the keeper in him then, ready to fight and win, that excited gleam in his eyes as he did so.
“I will be fine.”
“You do not understand,” Annalise started, wanting to remind him how he was almost killed by a fallen just days before, when she felt a sharp pain in her side. She let out a cry as she looked down at her body, seeing the sharp edge of Endarial’s sword sticking out from her body. It was unlike any pain she had ever felt before, sharp and burning, the fire seeming to spread throughout her body. She would be able to be healed, she assumed, so she was not too concerned. However, she felt herself become unbalanced, falling to the ground. The pain continued to circulate through her body, eliciting gasps from her.
“Annalise!” she heard Ash exclaim. She looked up and saw Endarial turn her sights toward the boy and let out a laugh.
It was then that Annalise realized that it was not just the four of them. The fallen female had brought a horde of soldiers with her, and before she could warn the mortals, the large fallen men stepped into the room, their large wings spanning out from their back, each with a different colored ring on their finger, signaling they had control of their powers. Their eyes were black pits, making fear seep into the heart of Annalise. Two of them turned towards her, one of them licking their lips as they marched over to her. She backed away from them, trying to stand up but still feeling weak. Her eyes darted to Ash, still guarding Jedzia as Endarial approached them, her sword held high. Annalise used the last of her strength to send a jet of water at the girl, knocking her to the ground before she could run the sword through the boy. He gave a worried nod to her, but the other two fallen were on him, pulling him away from Jedzia as he protested.
The other two grabbed Annalise. She tried to fight against them, slip out of their large grasp, but she couldn’t get away. She had heard horror stories about seraphs being eaten, their powers being absorbed by the fallen, and she did not want to perish. She thought of Leon, the recent increase in fighting between them, and then fleeing from him with Ash in tow. There were so many bad things she had done over the past few days, and she wanted to be able to make them right. She closed her eyes and intended to teleport away from this place, go home so she could be with her counterpart, get back to her normal life. When she opened her eyes, however, she was still being held back by the two fallen. This had never happened before. Why couldn’t she teleport?
“Ash!” she exclaimed, “Something is wrong, I cannot teleport.” She let the concern show in her eyes as sh
e watched him also struggle against his captors.
“It’s going to be fine, Annalise,” he said, eyes connecting with hers for a split second before he lunged at the oncoming fallen. Jedzia did the same, the two of them working together to battle the stronger forces opposing them. She had a weapon, a dagger similar the one Ash had, but hers had some sort of symbol on it, and she seemed to be filled with a sort of energy as she lunged forward.
She was quick and agile, more so than Annalise had anticipated since she was older than Ash was. How was it possible she could be moving so fast? She had thought older mortals were more fragile, but Jedzia was quite the fighter. The fallen threw his fist out towards Ash, but Jedzia was there, pushing him out of the way and shoving her dagger into the larger creature. He let out an anguished cry as it sank into him, Ash coming quickly up behind him and stabbing his own dagger into the fallen’s back. It was as if the two of them were one being, unable to read each other’s minds as far as Annalise knew, but able to work together without a word. She supposed it was all of the years training together that made them such a good team. It made her hope that she could be such a helpful partner to Leon if the time came that she needed to help in battle.
Pulling their daggers from the fallen as he fell to the floor, they turned their sights on the next one coming. Jedzia jumped up into the air, flipping over the large creature so that the two of them could surround him.
“You are no match for me,” he growled and reached out to grab Jedzia by the arm. She pushed him away from her before he could close his hand, slamming him into Ash. The boy lifted his dagger up, shoving it into the fallen’s back and letting a smirk take over his face.
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