Seraphim – 9

A willowy slip of a man stood behind me.  His face broke out in a wide grin showing all his sharp straight teeth and a touch of color painted across his cheeks.  Upon seeing my own face, his blush deepened and he dragged long slender fingers through his blonde hair.

Blonde hair?

I stared at him for a moment taking in his features – a mirror of my own – and two splendid white feathery wings perched along his shoulder blades.  Blood did not lie and neither did the racial characteristics of this man.  No horns…

“Agathodaemon.”  I said, every muscle wound taut and ready just in case.

“Relax there Captain,” the man raised his hands in the air showing his lack of weapons but I wasn’t fooled, “the name’s Ely.  I mean you no harm.”

“Why would an Agathodaemon be in this camp?”  My good wings fluttered while the wrapped nub tried and failed.

“And why not?”  Ely spread his wings gesturing to the entire camp around me.  “We are all part of the same philosophy.  None of us want to be a part of this pointless war.  Do you even remember why the fight started?  When?”

His question caught me off guard.  I knew why I was fighting but no one – not even the higher-ups in the Agathodaemon Army – could answer those questions when asked.  It was ingrained into our minds to NEVER ask those questions.

“I see.”  Ely folded his wings against his back.  “You don’t know either, Captain-”

“Malachai Lu”Umar.”  I interjected.  “Malachai will do.”

“With all due respect, Captain, you are an Avant-garde in the Agatho-”

“Not anymore.”  I cut in for a second time.

Ely’s face fell, his words silenced.  For a few moments we both stood feeling awkward.  Then his smile lit his face once again.

“I bet you are looking for Captain Kel.”

How did he know?

Before I could ask though, Ely grabbed my hand.  I almost fell back from the informality displayed  but the pain in my severed Flight Wing reminded me that I was in no condition to start a potential antagonist confrontation with this man.  He might only sport two wings but at this moment, he was well and at full strength.  Which spoke much to my own condition.

“Come, I will take you to him.”  Then he dragged me off in the complete opposite direction I had been traveling in.

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Seraphim – 7

Recovering felt anything but easy.  Even after I was able to sit up by myself I still couldn’t make any reckless movements for fear of tearing the stump on my shoulder.  But with the restless days I felt the strength renew in my veins.

But as the days turned to weeks, so did the want to move around bite at me.  Only after I experienced the eighth day of the sunlight on my back, did I decide to take matters into my own hand.  Standing up, I found my pants folded neatly along the foot of the bed.

Kel had told me that he wanted to see me after I was well.  Turning, I stared at the table where Doctor Ylanna used to work for the long hours of the night.  She would be back in an hour or two.

“I’m sorry, Miss.”  I spoke to the empty chair.  “I need to find out more of this place.”

Buckling my sword onto my hip, I reached over and opened the tent flap.

Seraphim – 6

“Elias!”

Hands pinned either side of my shoulders, sticking me against the ground.  Capturing me, immobilizing me.  Knife seared against bone causing the screams to flee from my lips.  Why?  Why did you do this…

I struggled.  Fought.  Ripped at the air in desperation.  Anything to get free.

“Calm down!  Captain!  Calm!”

Lights flashed, banishing the darkness from my vision.  Elias’ face fades into the fragments of my troubled mine.  Bringing into the light of the face of a troubled blonde woman.

Ylanna glanced down at me with concern; her hands pinning mine but not to hurt me.  A bolt of pain lanced down my back as I felt my protesting muscles fight against my own struggles.

“Wh-what happened?”  I finally managed a breath.

“You were having a nightmare.  Screaming and writhing.”  Ylanna shook her head.  “I was afraid you would undo all the stitches and hurt yourself more.”

“I-” I took in a deep gulp of air in the attempts to calm my rapid heartbeat.  “I’m fine now.”

Just as her face calms, the door bursts open and I jump.

“Is Mister okay?”  Sariah’s voice called from behind  Ylanna.

Whirling around, Ylanna snatches up her daughter and rocks her against her hip.  “He’s fine just had a bad dream.  Remember when you have bad dreams.”

“Uh-huh.”  Sariah giggled then flashed me her most brilliant smile.  “Don’t worry, Mommy will protect you from the bad men.”

I couldn’t help but smile at her innocence.  That her Mommy was such a hero as to chase all the evil from that little girl’s world.  Hell, the woman probably did.

Ylanna kissed her daughter on the cheek then set her down, nudging her  back gently.  “Why don’t you go outside and play.”

“Okay!”  And Sariah bounded off just like that without a second word or glance.

“Still don’t trust me yet around her.”  I grinned.  Could I really blame her?  Her child was a half-breed, sired by a Kakodaemon.

“I don’t trust any of my kind nor other Kakodaemon I do not know.”  She shifted her hip against her desk, folding her arms over her chest.  “In this war, you never know who is friend or foe.”

She couldn’t be closer to the truth.

Still my smile held fixed in place.  “Now that we’re alone again… do you mind enlightening me to this type of facility?”  Staring up at the cloth high vaulted ceiling of the tent, I recognized it as a nomadic tent designed for quick set up and take down.  Common among scouting groups in both armies.

“You won’t get much out of me.  All you’ll get is that this is a sanctuary for those weary from this obscene war.”  She placed her hand on the desk.  “We’re here to protect.”

“Why hide – ”

“Rest Captain.  Soon you’ll know everything.  Captain Kel will inform you more than I.”  A smile finally reached her lips.  “All you need is to rest and heal.”