brought chills to every being with a fortnight’s radius. The feathers fully fell off of their now leathery wings, and when they realized that their creator banished them from his light, they knew that their true trials were about to begin.
The Sapphire lands bordered Land of Alexandrites on the west. The darkness encroach ed on the borders and the people that lived there felt the shift as the air carried the acrid smell of smoke and evil.
King Abelard called for his commander of the Alexandrites Army, General Anieli. The warrior entered and came to attention in front of his King. His eyes took in Michael bright form and his eyes widened at the celestial being, but he did not budge until his king bade him at ease.
“We must gather our Army and post them on the borders of our lands.” King Abelard said steadfastly. “ Gather your brightest warriors. We will stagger them along the west border villages of Pleochroist, Chromist, and Columbine along the Ural Mountains.” Abelard gave him the information that was just relayed to him by Michael.
“This will not be a battle that you have ever fought before Anieli. This is not just a mortal battle. Prepare your men. You will leave one month from now. As you prepare the men, we will ply our magical brethren within the land for an alliance. Without their gifts, hope is lost.”
General Anieli took one last glance at the angel that graced his Kings presence, saluted and left the room to prepare his troops. He already began the mental checklist for what his troops would require. Fortunately he had a month to prepare rations and train-up his soldiers for the battle ahead.
“Michael, gather my other messenger children to my side. Gather Uriel, Raphael, and Gabriel…they will join the people against their brethren. Remiel, Raguel, and Zerachiel are fighting battles within another realm. They are unavailable.”
Michael inclined his head, as he shimmered into another realm to look for his brethren.
Ambrose’s sleep was abruptly interrupted by a strange powerful surge that rippled through the air. She raised her massive head and looked toward the sky. In the distance she saw the unmistakable red sheen of a Sapphire Dragon scales.
“Zoe, you must wake up.” She shrilly cried in her mind.
Zoe immediately woke as she recognized the urgency in Ambrose’s voice. The Dragon rose and faced the impending threat.
“You must go. You carry the future within your womb, and she is not ready to be brought into this world.”
“Ambrose, come with me. We can both leave.”
“It is too late, they are too close. GOOO!!!”
Ambrose vaulted into the sky with a battle shriek which was answered by the bloody dragon. Zoe watched in horror as the two beasts headed toward one another in what would be a deadly clash. She attempted to rush back to the castle but her burgeoning stomach made it slow and cumbersome. Fear pounded in her heart as she heard the raging battle between her friend and the Sapphire Dragon. Her terror froze the magic within her veins, unaccustomed to the threat around her. As she wound her way through the forest she felt eyes on her and she attempted to move faster.
Suddenly a dark form moved from behind a large Oak tree and she stumbled into the solid form. He caught her against him and smiled into her light eyes. His hair was black as night, and his eyes were framed by dark, thick lashes. His skin was the dusky color of the southern people. But he was not a person. His Aura was tinged with red and black…and rising from his back were leathery wings tipped with sharp talons. He was beautiful, masculine, and dark.
Her heart stopped in her chest, and then violently began to beat as she saw his intent. He grabbed her cumbersome form and began to take off into the sky.
Zoe screamed with fear. Fear for