The Fallen Angels

[DarkenedWings]

Centuries ago, the world was covered in chaos. Beings of mass destruction ruled the lands. The Shlai, or Shadow Fiends as they were named, were the bringers of these elements. Angels of peace, however, came down from the sky and ended their monstrous ways. This brought on a war, Angels and Humanity fought against the Shlai. Eventually, the Shlai were defeated. But at this cost, the angels lost their link to their home. At first, mankind welcomed the angels and thanked them. But things changed, the loss of the link changed them. The wings decayed; their eyes began to bleed from the exposure to sunlight. These things drived them to insanity and became an enemy worse than the Shlai. A high-powered Sorcerer realized the damage these creatures and sealed them in spheres, and hidden from the light, never to be found again.

Or so he thought.

Slowly, the Angel's regained their sanity and managed to use their magic to escape the darkness. However, this was not enough to sepearate them from their cells. Though, the touch of a familiar is the key. Humanity is the key.

While the Angel's seek a human companion, the Shlai, thought to have been wiped out, are plotting their return also. A cult, known as the Shadow Followers, seek their return and will destroy anyone hoping to stop their "salvation".

"ALEX!". The voice almost echoed through his head every night now. A nightmare that made no sense. It was as if seeing through a blurred red glass window. Strange voice's muttered along with the scream. Loud, but not a single word could be translated. Then a dark abyss, forever falling it felt to Alex until he woke with a jump. He staggered up to the mirror, clutching his head as if he had a migrane (?). Frustrated, he punched the mirror and fell to his knees as he held his pounding head.

Alex was a skinny 19 year old. He had long dark hair. He stood up, walking to the bathroom and washing his hair, eventually putting it into a long frindge. It took him 5 minute's to realize his hand was bleeding. Quickly, he stuck on his clothes and went outside of the room and into the kitchen. As usual, the house was empty. His brother and sister were always busy with meetings. He sighed as he pulled out a bandage, and then cut a loaf of bread for himself. He heard a loud knock coming from the kitchen. Carrying the piece of bread in his mouth and a jug of water in his hands, he walked to the door and just managed to slide it open.

"Alex!", Kiera said. He winced as she said this. Strangely enough, her voice was similar to the one in the dream.
"Yeah, what is it?" he said, his voice muffled by the piece of bread in his mouth.
"It's Jake, he's stuck on Mt Feint!" she said, worried.
"That idiot, he knows it's filled with fiends!" he said slipping on his shoes and picking up a sharp knife. Together they both ran to Mt Feint, a deadly place for the unprepared.

[sephiroth2]

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Looking down, from an extremely large mountain, a lone dark figure watched as a small group of people, had begun climbing a mountain, which was located on the other side of the immense valley.
Raising it's hand, the figure pointed towards the clear blue sky, causing huge dark clouds to appear, and thunderous lightning.

In one swift motion, the figure pointed from the sky, to the top of the other mountain, channeling a path of thunder to collide with the mountain, causing a rock slide to occur.
A twisted grin, appeared on the figures face, as most of the people scurried and ran away from the rocks. The figure's grin, increased, as it noticed that not everyone had escaped from what was happening.

MOVE!" the figure heard being shouted through the valley, before it was followed by, "ALEX!". After hearing an end to the screaming and shouting, the figure smiled before causing the darkness and thunder to disperse, before disappearing from the top of the mountain..

[DarkenedWings]

Alex gasped for air as he was sealed within the tunnel. Suddenly, a pain grew around his neck as he felt teeth sink in.
"Argh..." he said throwing off a rat and stabbing it. He turned to the big landslide. There was no way of getting out that way. It was a pitch dark cave. He felt along the walls to guide his way.

[Keyblade Soldier]

Connor had never been one to truely understand the concept of mountain walking but he had been dragged here nonetheless by his friends. He felt like he was being watched as soon as they had arrived at Mt Feint. He looked up at its large peak and he felt drawn to something nearby or inside that mountain. He was quick to sneak away from his friends for a few moment to begin walking towards where he was drawn. As he walked the feeling he had felt before became bigger. He couldn't shake it off for some reason. He wasn't very high before he found a cave but this cave seemed to have wind blowing from within. He scratched his head. There shouldn't be wind coming from inside a cave, at least last he checked.

His line of thought was interuppted as a there was a loud rumbling noise. A Landslide! Connor had no idea what to do but he knew he had to find cover. He ran into the cave. Forgetting everything he had learned and kept running. He ran further and further into the cave and could only hear as rocks became to pile up. He was trapped. For now anyways but that did not make him stop. He felt the wind get stronger and he now yearned to find out what was inside. What he saw when he arrived made him stand there in awe.

[DarkenedWings]

Rubees. Sapphires. A pile of them all lying in the center of the cave. He walked forward, noticing another person arriving. He ran towards them. One looked very rare. On it was wings. Quickly, he grabbed it. An uneasy feeling spread through him at touch.
"W-What?" he stammered, as a male figure appeared in front of him.

"Free at last!" he said, spreading his arms. Or what Alex at first assumed were arms. They were wings. White wings... like an angels. He turned around and put his head on his right shoulder looking at Alex.
"You're the one who freed me? I am in your gratitude, young warrior!"

"[color="Cyan"]Warrior? Me!?" Alex laughed. "I am no warrior, I am a guy doing what he does everyday.

"No, boy. You have potential if you could have freed me that easily."

"No one else could have done it?" he asked, staring at where the stone was. The wing's were on his palm.

"No, only a few people. Those who have strength, those that have a purpose!"

Alex sighed. "So I've freed you? Now what?"

"I guess I'll-..." the angel started, but then he smelled the air. "THis is familiar...."

"What is?" But then Alex started to smell it too. "What the...?"

"You smell it human? Strange... unless. Let me see your hand!" he said urgently. Alex raised his hand.

"Damn, I'm bound to you until I finish a job." the angel said. "You will have to come with me and help me. Now that you are the carrier for half of my soul, you will become a target. A threat to them!"

[Sora_Rox_My_Sox]

Kashia sat at the bottom of Mount Feint, awaiting the arrival of her friends. Her and her friends belonged to an exclusive club, which was a gang in actuallity, that spent their free days seaking thrills. Some people had already gone up the moutain with their own friends, but Kashia sat at the bottom, playing with her cell phone.

"Damn, what is taking them all so long?" She asked herself, irritated. She was tired of sending pointless text messages, so she pocketed her phone, grabbed her pack, and began to go up the moutain. Sure, maybe they would be pissed for her ditching, but she was ready for an adrenaline rush. She sewpt her dirty blond bangs to the side of her face, clearing her vision. She was only 5 or so yards from her base, when she heard a deep rumbling. She looked up to see rocks cascading down the mountain side at deadly speed.

[Twilight Demon]

Rowen arrived at the meeting site. The moon would soon be full in the night sky, and he would be initiated to the occult. The northern end of Mt. Feint held a hidden cave within its mountainous terrain that soon would also hold several members of the Shadow Followers. Rowen laid his bag on the ground and waited until the time came to meet with the others. He still had about three-and-a-half hours before the sun would even set. He thought he might as well set his hunger on his priority list since it had been plaguing him since he first entered the mountain's territorial boundaries.

Leaving the cave he entered the woods that engulfed the land in bark, leaves, and vast amounts of fertile soil. A set of five throwing knives rest on his arm, locked in place by straps. He had grown fond of throwing weaponry, despite his love for close combat with a sharp blade. Quickly he descended down the northern path towards the forest. He had seen a flock of large birds somewhere west of the path, and a group of deer just southwest of that location on his way to the cave. With some luck, they would be within an approximate 50 meter radius of that location.

A rumble was heard somewhere south of him, something was causing the mountain to rattle with a weak violence at this distance from the impact. A landslide at the very least. Rowen did not pay much attention to this disturbance, for he had game to hunt. The deer were much closer than expected. Hopefully, he had learned enough to pin one of them in the neck or leg. This would allow him time to finish it off without resistance as the neck shot would cause a sudden nerve breakdown, and a leg strike would render the animal immobile if hit in the proper place. His aim had to be precise, for five knives wouldn't prove reliable if he missed one too many times.

Wind. . . Approximately 5 kilometers per hour. . . Not enough to affect the knife too much. . . Still, I will need to concentrate. The target's head is quite a distance. . . 20 meters. . .

Rowen threw the knife with great distance. The blade hit just below the target area, pinning the deer in its collar. Luckily, the collar would suffice as the blood would leak into the bronchial tube and flood the lungs within a matter of minutes. Sluggishly, the deer jerked and began to run with its party. Blood flowed from its neck to the ground as it bounced with a burdened gasp. All Rowen had to do now was follow his prey to its death. Maybe there would even be enough for a few of his soon-to-be brethren when they arrived.

[sephiroth2]

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Landing outside the entrance to the blocked cave, the tall figure placed its hand onto one of the rocks littered in front of him from the rock slide.
As he touched the rock, the figure's smile grew even more as it sensed the familiar presence of something long since gone.

With a sweep of its hand, the rocks blocking the entrance to the cave, flew aside, falling more down the mountain.
Walking into the cave, the figure knew exactly were to go, through the complete darkness.

[DarkenedWings]

Someone was coming from a small tunnel to the side. The angel seemed to notice too. It wasn't the footsteps he heard, it was the smell of evil. Pure evil. He pulled out his knife and stood up, but the angel's wing blocked him.
"Boy, this one is too strong for you." he said, looking at a man approaching.

[sephiroth2]

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"Boy, this one is too strong for you." said the angel. "That's right! You should listen to it!" replied the figure, as it continued to walk through the darkness, towards the two.
Walking into the small light that was in the area, the tall figure stopped and looked upon Alex and the Angel.

"Well now, isn't this a special occasion!" said the man, as he looked at the Angel. "I expected all of yous to have been lost for eternity!" the man said.

[Armony]

It was dark and, growing darker by the moment. The usually calm rays of setting sun were falling, hidden behind a vast cloud of rumbling thunder. That was where the problem lay, the problem which kept the small girl frozen beneath the canopy of her Douglas Fir. Maybe the storm would blow itself out but, then she never had that much luck. The chill of the air was frightening, something was in this place. What was this feeling?

Chandler found herself moving, edging slowly forward towards the base of a large - obviously dominant - mountain. At first the thing guiding her was unknown, at least until a clash of thunder sent her to her knees. Here she cowered, shivering arms grasping her ears tightly. Her large eyes were squeezing tightly, attempting to block out the sharp flashes of light across the sky. Fear was pushing her forward. Fear of this storm and all of it's treachery. Confusion was pushing her on, the empty void wanting to find something - anything - to fill it.

I hate storms ... Why did it have to be a thunder storm?

She remained glued in a small heap on the ground until the last of the surprising strike vanished into the dark clouds. Green eyes opening they rose, gluing to the tree littered sky. Their usually calm, almost vacant demeanor held terror and, a deep spite - she cursed this storm and, the one who had drawn it here. Her eyes lowered, swinging back to the mountain to search for something - anything - she could use to get out of this storm. The small female froze, eyes large green pools that were fixed to a cliff. A cave was there, hidden in shadows and barely noticeable by the human eye. Her salvation was there, there in that cave.

Flash. Rumble.
Fear held the small girl in place once more, eyes clutching her eyelids so tightly tears were being spilled. Her small fingers were knotted, bones vastly prominent in their death clutch. A sharp breeze caused her body to shiver with more than fear and, sent the ebony locks upon her head into a billowing uproar. She had to wait until this spark died down, then she would run for that small cave and wait.

Tonight at the full moon, in that cave is where they'll be. I have to be there.

Chandler jumped, hands still clinging to her ears, and broke into an all out run for the unchartered rocky path up that mountain. She was a clumsy girl, therefore her run was unsteady and seemed to zig-zag. Her small legs looked frail and, her body looked as if she would fall down at any given moment. Another crash of thunder broke through, she ignored it, her mind was set on the dry cave that lay - probably miles - above her. Another sharp breeze fluttered, sending her hair into an uproar. It seemed to dance, following a hidden rhythm that lay locked in the humid air. Then came the rain. It started as a small drizzle, soon followed by an all-out downpour.

Daring to look up she glowered, brows knitting tightly. Had she even gotten any closer to that cave? She was still running in the forest, watching the blackened hole in the side of the earth grow - seemingly - farther and farther away. She had better find what she was searching for, otherwise this would be an extreme waste of time and effort. She was wearing herself thin, thinner than she had ever before. Hope was gone, replaced by pure desperation. This would not be a waste of time - she would make sure of it.

[Twilight Demon]

Rowen clambered through the forest in the coming downpour. His eyes were clenched into a squint that barely allowed for him to see where he was traveling. The deer he had struck had been long since its death and was being dragged by its hind legs over the debris and topsoil. Ahead Rowen could see the cave he had found earlier, and with only a couple of hours before the sun would set upon this dreary forested area.

Huh?

Rowen stopped before he reached the trail that lead directly to the cave. Rustling was heard on the other side of the trail, heading in his direction. Quickly he drew a knife from his waist and held it behind his back as he slowly inched towards the trail. The deer was left so he was not weighed down in the chance that a confrontation would ensue. The rustling grew louder as he entered onto the path and waited in a hunched down position. Perfect for a quick, and debilitating strike if it was called for.

I feel sorry for you if you are foe... If you are friend, I hope you reveal it soon...

Sweat began to drip from Rowen's scalp, mixed with the rain that poured mercilessly upon the forest. His hair was matted from the labor involved in dragging the deer and the wind that swept through to cause even more fatigue on his part. He grinned in a slight hope that it was a fight they were looking for. He hadn't fought anyone for a good while and was in need of some stress relief.

[Akatsuki_Gurl]

Yurie walked across the plains, the eclipse was almost complete. Her hair blew gently with the wind, the darkness around was only broken from the light of the moon. Darkness, she was on her way to take the upwill of a Shlai. Yurie's dreams were about to become the truth she wished about for the last ten years of her life. Ten damn years of waiting for these dreams to become real. She began to walk slightly faster than before, she was anxious to get to the cliff where they were supposed to meet. Almost there, Yurie turned her face up towards the moon. The light was almost a blood red at this point, only a few inchs of moon were uncovered, it was almost time. Now she broke into a run, the cliff was coming into view. She would be there soon, and all the things she dreamed and wished for, would be true.