Chapter 69 (re)


    A little kid, a girl, with light brown short hair, smiling at ady and a man, who sat on a bench in the


    middle of a snowing seasoned park, she didn’t recognize these people, and focused on the girl as she


    said, “Ok mama and papa, I love you.”


    Her mind moved quickly to an older girl about seven or eight, whom she recognized as herself, except


    the girls’ hair was ck and her eyes… re couldn’t make out her eyes, but they weren’t green, was


    it her? She looked simr to re, but the girl was engaged in martial arts, with a young version of


    Caidrian and a little boy, who looked simr to herself that she knew now, with brown hair and green


    eyes.


    shes and glimpses of her brother Nathan when he was younger soared through her mind like a slide


    of clips, first, a teenager sparring with the girl she presumed must’ve been her. His scratchy voice,


    “Sister, sister, be strong, the stance determines the skill.” He glided his feet and swept her legs off the


    ground.


    The images faded like dust, and another appeared of her mother so happy, chasing her around a big


    wooden-floored house, and then, she spotted Raphael teaching her knife throwing and angelic words,


    “Armah, water, remember that one E and you get chocte.”


    Another glimpse with Raphael, his kind eyes looking to the ceiling as a young re called to him, and


    ran into a lounge area, squealing, “Uncle, uncle,” he grabbed her around her waist, like a little doll


    when she jumped on top of the brown leather sofas and tickled her. She wailed, screeching in delight,


    “Uncle, I swear it was Nathan.”


    Something about him was different, yet there was a familiarity to him, a softness behind that hard


    exterior, not the cold Asguardian that cursed at her with the stench of venom on his lips.


    She shed to encounters with Caidrian, the scenes didn’t y out, but she was remembering, a shrill


    of hope sparkled inside her, as she recalled him taking her to an abandoned building, things went


    wrong that night, and they were attacked.


    Caidrian fought two demons, shooting them with guns. She was scared at first that night, she froze up


    until she thought they were going to die, then a dim light shone around her body. She shed and


    caught an image of her ten-year-old self, as she gracefully glided a sword through the air, slicing


    meaner demons head off.


    She seemed fearless, her moves faster than she could catch on a blind eye, her reflexes were


    amazing.


    The memory quickly desated into another vision, one more real than the next, (her mother sitting


    with Calub, helping him with his trick cards, she saw her little brother, his innocence to the world


    reflecting through her mind, his magician tricks in the lobby of the faculty always well served).


    She then saw the training room, with different sections, she recalled her mother telling her, “People


    can’t know.” and a door opening into darkness


    Then everything slowed and yed out, “Let’s go,e on guys, UNCLE,” She was ten, her hair was


    ck and her eyes covered by an extremely long fringe, as she screamed from the bottom of the stairs,


    Raphael walked past her and touched her nose, “I’m out, E girl, enjoy.”


    Franchesca walked downstairs slipping on a pair of ck pumps, “Where’re your brothers?” Ten-year-


    old re rolled her eyes, “Calub’s in his moods, Nate’s pretending to be sick so he can see his


    girlfriend, and uncle’s out.”


    Caidrian was driving, and Franchesca sat in the front seat, re sitting at the back with her head


    peeped out between the two front seats watching Caidrian drive, she remembered that she really


    wanted to drive, but Caidrian refused, so she watched him instead, so when Nathan finally took her


    secretly she wouldn’t disappoint.


    The traffic was light that evening, the cold stifle. Caidrian brushed her hair back and blessed her with


    his rare smiles. On a sharp left, a bright light blinded ten-year-old re’s eyes for a second, it took her


    a good couple of seconds to recover, but she knew instantly that it was no car or any earthly thing, no it


    was an Irin a powerful Angel, who stood in the centre of the road.


    Young re was excited, “Mom, that’s an Angel.”


    Franchesca yelled, “Put your seat belt on honey, sit back.” Her mothers’ voice was scared, nervous,


    she had never heard her mother frightened before, but she did it, and just as she locked it, the car was


    flipped.


    Young re felt her head hit the windscreen, and the Angel was right there, reaching for her with his


    hand. When she felt the heat and saw an orange me behind the Angel, it was another Angel, she


    saw widespread wings licked with flecks of fire, before young re was out, unconscious. Waking up


    to a familiar voice,- Kalbreal, he said, “They want to kill her I can’t hold them off forever.”


    She remembered him touching her head, all her thoughts sucked out, vanishing, gone. The pain of


    something been ripped out of her, the hollowness, the feeling of loss, she saw him, removing all the


    past of her life, so they could make a new future, “I suppressed her abilities and hid her gifts, they


    shouldn’t be able to track her, I also removed her name, to be sure. She can pass as a deceptor. I don’t


    know for how long but it’s longer than she will get if you don’t run.”


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    She heard someone else there, another man, but she felt herself waking up from whatever spell she


    was under.