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meadows, content their silence.  Sometimes Ambrose taught her the varying uses of the plants that grew in the wild.
     
    She learne d that the insect repelling beautyberries with their clusters of white to pinkish flowers and red-purple berries of metallic luster could also be used to make wind or jelly.  She also learned of the Areca nut, which some used as a mild stimulant…or ginger, not only used a spice but can also treat nausea. 
     
    She loved the sessions with Ambrose and they grew very close as her baby matured in her swollen womb.   As they lay in spring meadow, soaking in the sun’s rays, she lay back on her good friend and drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
     

     
     
     

 
    Chapter 3
     
     
    Chaos shimmered into King Abelard’s chambers knowing that the king was alone. 
     
    “ Archaggelos Michael, present yourself!” Chaos ordered. “What goes on in the lands of Sapphire ?”
     
    Michael materialized in the king’s chamber out of thin air.
     
    “Sire, the lands are cremated with the lust and hatred of the Sapphire Dragons .  The animals have fled and the common people suffer.  King Cledwyn is blinded by his own greed.  He scavenges the land, raping and pillaging his own people.  He mines the land where the sapphires are found, further enraging the Sapphire Dragons.  The Sapphire dragons of the legends are in the past, although there are some that have chosen a different path… they have turned their back on their children and brethren as they became what they feared the most.  Those that have turned from the true path are nothing more than shells of their former selves.  The balance within their souls is lost, and their hearts are as black as the charred remains of their enemies.  King Cledwyn has found a way to draw from the magic in the Sapphires and he and his men become bold.  They have even captured one of the mythical beasts and enslaved it with its own magic.   King Cledwyn now rides the beast looking for more wealth and power.  The creatures of his land have all but fled and in their place are demon lords. ”
     
    “Which of the fallen have taken up with King Cledwyn?”  asked Chaos.  He frowned as he attempted to remember all his messengers.
     
    “Ballaton has chosen the demon path.  He calls upon the spirits of the evil fallen with the assistance of his sorcerers.  He has called Baraacata to his side.”  Michael hesitated as he looked his sire in the eyes. “Metatron has joined him sire , along with Phanuel.”
     
    Chaos felt his insides burn with anger as his faithful messengers or children turned from his light.   His eyebrows bunched in an all too human way as emotions swirled through his newly discovered humanity.  Shock, anger, pain, and sadness swirled through his chest and infiltrated his mind.  He was stunned at their deception.  They were angels of the First Choir, made of brilliant gold light as was Michael.  How could he not feel their betrayal?   They fed off of his energy source, the Whole of Existence. 
     
    Chaos closed his eyes for the first time since coming to this mortal realm and reached out to his children.  He found them within the pits of the Sapphire lands.  Their once brilliant gold light was now dim, imbued with strands of red and black.  Their pure feathers began to shed, and underneath the downy feathers a glimpse of leather replaced the once pristine white.  They were still brilliant to look at, but now they were dark angels…not too far from the demons that turned wholly from the light and scourged the land.
     
    Swiftly and with meticulous care he cut the strands of power that bonded them to the Source.  With the severance of their power, the angel s turned demon and shrieked in pain and bewilderment.  They never understood their connection to the source , but now they were bereft and in their hearts the horror of that severance screamed in their minds, manifesting itself in a shriek that rent through the air and