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Empyrean

Empyrean

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In a world where even demons wear halos, it can be hard to distinguish the good from the bad.

1,743 readers have visited Empyrean since The_Queen created it.

Introduction

Massive shout out to Scra for making this beautiful front page! It's so enchanting!

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Please make sure you join the Discord first and foremost to get all updates on the happenings of this RP.

I merely require you to be literate to some degree and expect you to not use text talk in your replies. In OOC, it's fine to use whatever texting slang you'd like.

No Mary Sues, Gary Stues, or Godmods.

There is no order to replies and you can reply as many times as you'd like. I do request you not disappear off the face of the planet as soon as the role play begins.

Your humans are well, human. They have no super powers, tails, wings, or halos.

As for FC's, anime, manga, or video games only. I will not accept real people as FC's because it freaks me out.

Just be nice to each other. No need to cause drama or jump down someone's throat. I will be creating a Discord later and while it isn't a requirement, it would be nice if you could join.

If you'd like to play a demon or angel, please feel free to ask me on Discord or just in the ooc here, I will be limiting those roles since I can't have too many.

You can reserve a role either here, in the ooc, or by letting me know on Discord.

Lastly, this RP could not have been possible without the help of Scra! They helped me flesh out a lot of it and I'm super thankful for their help!

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Character Portrait: Hristiana Character Portrait: Dionysus Character Portrait: Aurelius Character Portrait: Cressida Character Portrait: Enya Character Portrait: Piper Character Portrait: Theron
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”Close your eyes,” Wolf ordered, holding something behind his back. His dog was sitting at his side, the two an inseparable pair that often patrolled the top of the wall. Cressida did as asked, closing her eyes and holding out her hands. She felt pressure on her wrist, a slight tug, then it stopped. ”Open them,” Wolf prompted and she did, looking at the strange black ribbon that he had tied around it. It was shiny, with a pattern she could only see when she moved the ribbon into the sun.

”Why?” Cressida asked simply, not one much for wasting words. ”It reminded me of your eyes,” Wolf smiled. Her eyes? Cressida blinked, no one had ever complimented her eyes before. The other children said that they were always blank and glassy, empty, devoid of thought. Wolf left before Cressida could ask him anything else, but she had cherished the ribbon ever since.

”Where did you get that?” Sankta asked, looming over her. Cressida was laying in a tall patch of foxgloves just outside of the music room. She enjoyed listening to the music, the sound of it soulful. Sometimes, it made Cressida cry, although she didn’t understand why. She never entered the music room, but would lurk outside of it. ”Wolf gave it to me.” Cressida held up her wrist so Sankta could look at it, his bony wings shifting behind him as he leaned closer, staring at it. ”It’s very pretty,” he smiled. ”It suits you.” It suited her?

Cressida did not understand.

While the other children played a game of hide and seek, Cressida stood by the window, watching them, clutching a piece of paper. Evening had asked them to draw photos of themselves, they were not supposed to leave the house until it was done, but Cressida’s paper was blank. Her hands shook every time she tried to picture what she looked like.

”Cressida, would you like to come help in the kitchen?” Nurse asked, her smile vibrant. ”I can’t,” Cressida replied, trepidation in her inflection. ”I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.” Nurse was already familiar with Cressida’s oddness and she did not mind it. ”Is that a drawing? Can I see?” Nurse asked, peeling the piece of paper from Cressida’s small fist. ”What is it supposed to be?” She asked, looking at the blank paper, smiling as though she were looking at something beautiful. ”A self portrait.” Cressida replied, her voice small. ”I see,” Nurse laughed. ”It’s very pretty,” she placed the piece of paper down, taking Cressida’s hand. The human flinched, jumping at the sudden touch. ”Come, let’s bake cookies for when the other children get back.” Cressida nodded, following Nurse into the kitchen.

”She literally can’t do anything unless you tell her!” Ashera laughed as Cressida knelt on the gravel, her shoes in the lake. ”She really is like a doll!” Earlier, some of the older girls had woven flowers into Cressida’s hair, telling her to sit still and not move until they were done. It was a warm spring day, Cressida remained even after they left, sitting still on the surf beside the lake. That was when Ashera came, stealing her shoes and tossing them into the water. Cressida, like many of the other children, couldn’t swim.

”I’m not.” Cressida whispered, her hands shaking. Her feet were bleeding, there were cuts on them from the sharp rocks. Her knees were scraped, she could hear laughing from somewhere else in the Garden. Slowly, Cressida rose to her feet, remembering Tem’s words. ”Speak up,” Ashera laughed, one of the flowers in Cressida’s hair falling out. ”I’m not a doll, I’m a human too.”

Ashera jabbed a finger into her chest, causing her to fall backwards. ”You’re right, you’re not a doll, because even doll’s have a purpose. You’re pointless!”

Cressida’s heart hammered in her chest. She swallowed hard, tears welling up in her eyes. The child took off, into the thicket of bushes and past the acacia trees, where buzzards were beginning an early spring song. Cressida dashed, her lungs heaving, her stamina weak. She tripped on an exposed branch, tumbling down a hill, her chest heaving, her white dress tearing.

The human girl landed at the bottom of the hill, beside a brook that ran close to the wall. Cressida was dizzy, her lungs feeling as though they might explode. Slowly, she rose, never having strayed this far from the center. There were animals in the garden, large ones with sharp teeth. Titan had told her that they would eat a little girl like her if she ever strayed too far from the center.

A shifting from the other side of the brook made her stiffen. Cressida rose slowly, her back aching. She had a cut on her cheek and a gash on her leg from falling through a thorn bush. ”H-hello?” Cress whispered, the shifting stopping. She swallowed hard, wondering if it was a beast.

”Hello!” Cress squeaked, closing her eyes. There came a crunch of fallen twigs from the other side, then a voice. “Help me,” it was weak, a cry. Cressida opened one eye, then the other, spotting an arm on the other side of the brook. Was it one of the children? Cressida hesitated. She was too small to carry someone back. “Help,” the sound came again.

Hesitantly, Cressida crossed the brook, the water up to her knees, soaking the hem of her dress. It clung to her legs, the brook was freezing.

Cressida knelt on the other side, pausing in her tracks. ”I should get someone-” the hand grabbed her ankle, stopping her. “No,” Cressida looked down, stiff as the spine of a brand new book. Beneath her was an angel Cressida did not recognize with a pair of vibrant blue eyes. Her halo was gold, her hair reminding Cressida of the ribbon tied to her wrist.

“I-I just need you.”

It was the first time anyone had ever told Cressida they needed her and the angel beside the brook became Cressida’s second secret.

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There was a deep pain in her head, her entire body feeling as though it might split in two. Where were the others? Enya's vision was obscured. He had told her that it would be simple, that she only needed to use her gift for an hour, long enough to trick the insurgent that wanted to return to the old ways, when the demons were in a constant struggle for power and war.

"Faust," Enya groaned, doubling over. She hiccuped, a sob coming from her throat. Her lips were dry and parched. Enya had been ambushed, barely escaping with her life. Where were her siblings now? She fell to her knees, moving at a literal crawl. "This way! I heard her!" Enya stiffened, her head snapping up.

There was only one way to go and a wall was blocking her path. Enya looked behind her, the branches snapping. Either way, she was going to face certain death. Swallowing hard, Enya's entire body glowed, changing once again. She cried out in pain as her limbs broke and reshaped, changing her appearance. "She couldn't have gone far!"

Enya darted through the crack in the wall, scampering on all fours. Unable to retain the form much longer, she sprawled onto the ground, returning to her full size. Her halo glowed, golden like the sun, the light enough to let her know she was alive.

She had little energy. Enya rolled onto her side, looking up at the intimidating wall that sheltered her from the demons on the opposite side.

There were vines growing along its length, Enya ran a hand over the stone, using the wall for support. Her progress was slow, stopping only when she spotted something vital, something her parched throat craved. There was a brook and Enya rushed towards it, her vision blackening at the edges. Enya fell, her body simply giving up.

A squeak came from the other side of the bushes, an animal? No, a voice, meek, small. Enya cried out, ”help!” She reached a hand through the bush, ”help me!” Her eyes closed, her voice was hoarse.

The bushes rustled, a little girl standing over her. Enya looked up, unable to do anything but stare. She offered to get help, but Enya reached out, ”I-I just need you.”

When Enya awoke again, the girl was still there. The demon noticed that her wounds had been bandaged, her shoes pulled off and a makeshift pillow made of leaves and moss beneath where her head was resting. She had brought food: rolls, cookies, and a singular slice of cheese. Starving, Enya wolfed it down, never much of a picky eater. While there was no alcohol, Enya drank from the brook, washing the crumbs off of her face. ”What’s your name kid?” The demon wanted to know the name of her benefactor.

“Cressida,” the child replied, watching Enya intently. She was creepy, Enya thought. “What’s your name?” Cressida asked, as though echoing Enya. ”I-” Enya paused, mentally cursing herself out.

Because at that moment, Enya suddenly realized where she was and if she was caught, a fate worse than any death awaited her. ”An angel, I’m an angel.” Enya spoke quickly. ”You don’t need to know anything more than that.” Cressida did not question it, instead, she brought Enya food the next day, watching her from across the clearing. ”Someone’s hurting you,” Enya pointed at the new wound on her arm, a large bruise in the shape of a hand. Cressida looked at her lap, her hands balling into fists. Her dress was wet, she had slipped in the brook earlier, trying to retrieve a four leaf clover after bringing Enya more food.

No one ever came looking for the girl, which for Enya, was good. ”Who is it? I’ll punish him.” Enya lied, because as soon as she was able to, she was going to leave.

“Ashera,” Cressida’s voice came out as a whisper, it was clear that this Ashera boy was someone she feared. “He says that I’m like a bug, so I need to know my place. It’s my fault. I made him angry because I was reading the book he wanted.”

Enya scooted closer, but Cressida moved back. She still did not trust the demon, even after bringing her food and dressing her wounds.

”Cressida, you’re allowed to read books too.” Enya pointed out, rising slowly to her feet. Cressida stiffened, Enya limped an inch closer. It was clear that the child was nervous by her presence. ”Teacher says we need to share.” Cressida spoke about Teacher a lot, Enya had decided that Teacher was a b*tch.

”Teacher is right,” Enya sighed, she needed to play the part of an angel, she needed to convince the child that Enya was someone deserving of trust. ”But you’re also allowed to finish reading a book before sharing it. Okay?”

Cressida rose, Enya had gotten too close without realizing it. The child backed up, standing in the brook. “You’re not really an angel, are you?” She asked, perhaps a bit too perceptive. Enya froze, she didn’t want to kill the kid, but if she had to to keep her quiet, she would. ”Of course I am,” Enya flashed her most angelic smile. ”What else would I be?” The demon opened her arms wide, trying to be inviting. ”Come here Cressida, let me fix your flower crown.”

She could wring the child’s neck, make it a quick death, then finish recovering on her own. After all, Enya realized, this was a child that no one would miss.

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Another Day, Another Garden Life

Light...Ah such a bright thing it was. So gentle at times, and so blinding at other times. Light really was an interesting thing...even with her closed eyes she could feel the gentle light rays through her eyelids. Ah that's right...It was now morning wasn't it? Her midnight study session seemed to have ended suddenly...Right she went to sleep reading books as usual, and if she was aware of her surroundings that meant she was fully rested once again. Then it was indeed time to wake up once more...

Hristiana's eyes fluttered open as she quietly yawned. Her eyes looking at the book under her head in bed. She may not be able to stay in the library but at least she could bring books out to read so the curfew did not affect her all that much when it came to her quest for knowledge...Even if they could sneak out at night...But she had no need to sneak around for the moment...Oh right, she should get ready for the day.

Her body slowly rose out of bed as she dug into her dresser, the room she was in devoid of the other children who had woken up a while ago. No doubt playing games with each other. So for the moment she was free to get dressed into her clothing. A simple pure white dress, although she found the white color pretty free to imagine. Imagine if it had all sorts of vibrant colors and patterns. White was indeed a creative color...

Oh enough of that...Time to start her day off right and proper. The kitchen, where food and drinks can be found. Entering inside she saw it was relatively quiet. Ah Lucia must have gone to work, breakfast seemed to have passed already. Looks like she was on her own in this regard. Something light...Maybe something filling?...While she was thinking on what to make for...'breakfast'...She was at work gathering some coffee grinds and a filter and began to brew some coffee for herself. A little boost for the morning that she certainly needed. But while her coffee was brewing she quietly browsed the kitchen and looked out the window. Oh...It was mid day at the moment...Was she going to be in trouble for sleeping in and missing some chores? Likely...She can clean the kitchen after she is done that could make up for it...She indeed nodded to herself as she grabbed some pieces of bread and placed them in a toaster. This should work for a meal.

After some time, the smell of fresh coffee and toast filled the air as she gathered her food and drink and cleaned up behind her as she stepped outside into the garden proper. The sun had long since risen, the children all having fun and playing games in stride. She certainly missed the morning. Ah, did that mean she missed Teacher's lessons? Or was it after mid day playtime? SOmetimes her sense of schedule is a bit messy...

But for now she simply sat on the grass as she opened up her book in front of her, cup of coffee in one hand and toast on a napkin sitting beside her. A small gentle smile crossed her face as she was reading under the cover of the sun. It was a good sun today, not that hot so there was no need for the shade at least. Sunburn was not something she would like. But something she did indeed like was the book she was reading. It was a piece of literature by someone called 'Shakespeare'...Romeo and Juliet...But unlike some books she read the words were strange...It was like strange English...'Bid a sick man in sadness make his will: Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!...' and 'She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste, For beauty starved with her severity...' were such strange yet fascinating lines...It felt like they conveyed a meaning but the pronunciation of the words and sentences were mixed a bit...Was this a way to speak? Perhaps...Maybe the angels knew...

A sip of coffee and a bite of toast helped muse her thoughts as she heard her fellow children giggling in the distance. "Is Hristiana, more like Boringana. Books are so boring, why does she keep reading them?" One of the younger boys giggled amongst his fellows. Ah yes, this was that...What was the word...Bullying thing she heard about. Well they were not interrupting them, she can tune them out. Words have power but can easily be devoid of power at times. And in this moment she decided their words would not affect her. She had more of this book to read after all. Such...Strange yet fascinating words and sentences...

Of course the not so subtle insults continued until another group of girls came running by about "The flower crown they put on the doll girl by the lake was so pretty. Too bad it was wasted on a doll." before they soon ran off laughing. Ah...That was a very specific insult indeed...Only one of her fellow children had a 'nickname' or 'pet name' that the others would call them by. A girl younger than her, 6 years her junior. Cressida. Ah yes she knew of her like many of her fellow children. A bit emotionless, but a gentle thing. Poor girl also was fragile like a leaf in fall. She was by the lake? Ah the lake...There was a scary monster there right? Or was it at another lake?...Another sip of coffee and a bite of toast let her think about this.

It would no doubt be some time before she would come back, and the angels would have to find her right? Or would they have to help? Well if she had to look for someone she rather it be when the sun was high in the sky with plenty of light. Looking around in the dark was difficult, and she tried hard to do that. No wonder you need light at night...Yet the animals can easily move around at night...

Ah...Off topic once more...Cressida. She should be fine for now. Maybe some time away from bullies will be better for her perhaps...Fresh air in peace and silence can be good. Perhaps simply just enjoying this time sitting down with her coffee and toast was a good way to start the day. Afterwards...Maybe the library would be a good second step...She nodded to herself as she refilled her coffee cup...Could she even take the coffee pot outside of the kitchen? Probably not...She can just return it after she exhausted all the coffee bean liquid in the pot.

But one question did enter her mind...What would a plant made of caffeine need to be made of caffeine?...Such a strange bean...

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"And then.... they lived happily ever after!"

Theron beamed from where he was hiding behind the little puppet stand he'd made for these shows. The children in front of him were squealing and beaming as the puppets, a bunny and dog he'd put together, gave bows. He retracted the puppets and pulled the curtain. They he came away from stand and gave a flourishing bow himself, a smile on his face. He loved performing for the children, interacting with them and just seeing all their little smiles and beaming faces. He wished he could really put on extravagant costumes full of bright colors, but all of their clothes were pale white. He barely managed to get away with the necklaces and pieces of fabric he found in the forest to liven up his own wardrobe, but he usually reserved it for the crafting.

"Thank you, thank you, you're too kind," he added. After a moment, a teasing light entered his eyes and he rushed forward to tickle attack one of the children sitting in front. The child squealed in surprise and squirmed. Laughter erupted around him and the children all hurried over to try and get the tickle monster. Theron wasn't sure how long he was playing with the children, but it had been morning, after chores, and now the sun was bright in the sky. At that point, his clothing was all ruffled and he had grass, twigs, and leaves sticking out of his vibrantly colored hair. He laughed softly, staring up at the sky, the children all around him worn out from their laughter and chase, their tickle game had transformed into one of tag.

"Alright little ones. It is time for your lessons, I think. I wouldn't want to keep you longer, least we get in trouble for our delay!" he called to them. A few groaned but he made sure to get everyone up and returned them to their studies. Theron dusted himself off and tried to get all the extra plants out of his hair and clothes and was mostly successful. He cleaned up the puppet show and broke it down as he always did. He didn't want the angels to scold him for leaving his projects like this out in the middle of the garden. He put everything away and sighed softly to himself. It was in the quiet like this he felt a familiar ache creeping up on him. He refused to think too much on it and shoved it aside, choosing to focus on the present.

That's when he heard a few of the children talking about a 'doll'. He sighed inwardly and shook his head. Why did they insist on calling Cressida doll? They were so cruel to her. Sure, the young girl didn't often display her emotions but that didn't mean she was emotionless. How much did those words hurt her on the inside? What was she thinking? Did she cry when she was alone? Maybe he could go to her and cheer her up some way. Even if she didn't smile or laugh at his jokes and silliness, maybe it helped. With his mind made up, he hurried over to the lake the other children mentioned and frowned when he did not find Cressida there. She must have moved on then. But where did she go?

Theron checked the rooms and the main garden area, asking a few people he passed by if they'd seen the little white hair girl but none had seen her recently. Theron frowned; a rare thing on his features. Where could she have gone? Worry began to creep into his bones. Was she okay? Should he get the angels involved? They would certainly know where to find the girl, wouldn't they? But what if she just wanted a quiet place to hide from the bullies? If he brought too much unwanted attention to her, would she shy even more away than she did now? No, he wouldn't involve the angels just yet. He could search a little longer. Even if the sun was beginning to creep further into the sky, he had time to find her. He would call upon the angels soon.

Theron turned his gaze to the forest then. Would she have gone in there? He couldn't remember if she had gone into the forest before. But there were animals there. Maybe she got stuck? He hurried through the trees then, searching for any sign of the little girl. "Cressida? Cressida!" he called into the shadows. Theron found a trickle of water and followed that deeper into the forest, hoping she'd stayed close to water. He followed the trickle to where it became a brook and he saw Cressida standing there. He smiled, relief flooding through him as he approached.

"Cressida! I was worried about you. I was looking every-" he began but cut himself off when he realized she was not alone. His eyes widened when he saw the older stranger there. She was obviously wounded, what with the bandages on her body. And she glowed; had a halo like the angels he was familiar with. She seemed different though he couldn't place his finger on it. But why would an angel be out here like this? There was something that cautioned him. He needed to get to Cressida but his curiosity and concern for the stranger stilled him a moment. He'd never encountered a stranger here. He took a few steps forward then. "Cressida... are you hurt?" he called softly, his eyes not leaving the stranger.

Who is she? he wondered to himself. She's beautiful... and hurt. What could have hurt her? He moved a little closer. "Who are you? Where did you... where did you come from? Do you need help?" he called out then to the woman.

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"Piper?" Someone stood over her, blocking the sun. It was after class and she was supposed to be helping with the laundry. "Ah, sorry Teacher." Piper sat up slowly, having dozed off in the sun. "I must've fallen asleep without realizing it." Piper blinked, rubbing her eyes. Teacher knelt down to feel Piper's forehead. Her touch was gentle, her halo was blinding. "Well, your forehead is cool to the touch, that's good. Have you been sleeping well?" Teacher asked, her smile kind.

Piper nodded, but the bags beneath her eyes told a different story. "Mhm, I'm alright!" When had Piper begun to tell these white lies? A knot twisted in her stomach. Did saying things she didn't mean make her a bad child? "Why don't you rest?" Teacher suggested, "I am sure that Nurse or maybe Lucia wouldn't mind filling in." Piper frowned, "No, that's okay, I can-" but Teacher held up a hand.

"Piper, while wanting to help everyone is a wonderful attribute, knowing when to rest is also essential. We can always use your help in the kitchen for dinner." Piper nodded, watching Teacher walk off. She rose to her feet, twisting her spine to stretch. Her white dress was stained green from the grass, but Piper didn't mind. She walked around to the back of the house, looking for some of the others that hadn't been tasked with laundry.

Theron's puppet show had just ended, the children beginning to disperse. "Piper!" Seraphina ran towards her, hugging her around the waist. "Hello Sera," Piper smiled, returning the hug. She was a social butterfly, always easy to talk to and even easier to get information from. "Do you know where the others are?" Seraphina nodded, bouncing on her toes. "Mhm! Hristiana is in the kitchen, making coffee. Mavise is in the infirmary, she's sick again. Titan is playing kick the ball with Ashera and Malek, Magnolia is napping in the library, Kiernan is helping with the laundry, and Theron went to find Cressida."

Piper blinked in surprise, "Why is Theron looking for Cressida?" She reached into one of her pockets, rewarding Seraphina for the information with a cookie. Seraphina took it eagerly, biting into the lemon poppy treat. "Hmm, well I think Ashera and Malek made her cry, so he went to look for her."

Piper shook her head with a sigh, it wasn't unusual for Cressida to be the subject of the other children's cruelty. "Alright, I guess since he has that covered, why don't you come with me to the infirmary and we'll see if we can help Mavise?" Seraphina shook her head, "No, the infirmary is so gross! I'm gonna go to the kitchen, I think I saw Morning there baking a pie!" Seraphina ran off, waving. Piper returned the gesture, heading off to the infirmary.

Asleep, Mavise looked like an angel. She had icy blonde hair and lashes, which almost glowed in the sun. The curtains wafted in the breeze, a bird standing on the windowsill with a cicada in its beak. "Mavise, how are you feeling?" Piper doused a small towel in cold water and folded it, placing it on Mavise's head. Mavise opened her eyes, her breathing labored. "I'm okay," her voice came out in a small pant, her inflection pained.

"Liar," Piper muttered, feeling Mavise's pulse beneath her fingertips. "Your heart is racing." Mavise smiled, her fever making her eyes blurry. "S-sorry Piper." She murmured, her hair spilling over the side of the bed. "Are you hungry?" Piper asked instead, "I can bring you some soup from the kitchen-" Piper turned to leave, but Mavise grabbed her hand.

"No," she whimpered, "Stay with me... please?" Piper hesitated, but nodded. She pulled up a chair and picked up one of the children's books by the bedside. Mavise turned her head, her head facing the ceiling. She was shivering despite the sweat that glistened against her skin. "Once upon a time, there was a rabbit made of glass." Piper started, reading until she was certain that Mavise was asleep.

Piper stayed with her until the sun began to go down, knowing that she needed to leave to help in the kitchen. "I'll be back," Piper promised quietly. Mavise didn't stir, the only indication she was alive being the rise and fall of her chest. Piper tucked the blanket up to her chin before going, closing the door quietly behind her.

"Oh, there you are." Evening had crept out from his hiding spot now that the sun was going down. "Some of the children haven't come back from the forest yet. I'll set the table if you go and gather them?" Piper nodded, "Okay!" She turned on her heel, happy to spend a bit more time outside before dinner.

The evening spring air was cool, Piper picked up the bell from the front to let everyone know it was dinner time, walking to the edge of the forest and ringing it high in the air. "Dinner!" Piper called, letting the others know that it was time for them to gather.

"Everyone, dinner is ready!"

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Cressida remained where she was, frozen, as the angel approached her. It would be easy for the child to turn and run into the forest, or jump into the brook and follow it back to the house. Instead, Cressida remained rooted. A hand brushed her neck, pushing her hair off of her shoulder. "Like a cloud," the angel murmured, reaching her other hand up.

Cressida stepped back, something simply felt... off.

Someone else burst into the clearing and Cressida stiffened, not having heard him approach. She flinched when he spoke her name. Almost instinctively, the human took a step away from both parties. The woods- the woods would be the best place to go. She could wait there until the sunset and then return home when it was dark.

There was only one problem with that plan, however: Cressida was afraid of the dark.

"No," Cressida replied to Theron's query, although the blood on her elbows spoke a different story. "I'm alright," her voice was unwavering, emotionless. Her eyes were dull, glassy. Theron was talking to her, but he wasn't looking at her.

He was staring at Ms. Angel, who was also backing away.

No, Cressida couldn't lose her. She had just gained her second secret, but it had already been unearthed. Theron moved closer to Ms. Angel, away from Cressida. Her shoulders sagged in relief. Out of the spotlight, it would be easier to remove herself from the situation.

From somewhere closer to the treeline, a loud bell had begun to toll. Piper's voice was vibrant, loud enough to carry towards the edges of the woods. Dinner meant that most, if not all of the children would be heading back towards their home for the evening meal. It meant that the woods would largely be empty.

Cressida could wait there, she could hide until they went to bed, because her presence would not be missed. He, on the other hand, would be. Charismatic, charming, reliable. Everyone would notice if Theron wasn't present and if he told the others what he had seen, then Cressida's second secret would be revealed to everyone.

Her legs trembled at the thought. Cressida's standing in the home was already not the best, keeping a secret from the angels would only make it worse. Unless... her head snapped up.

She had to think quickly, which was not one of Cressida's strongest abilities. "She is... an angel." Cressida looked at Theron, her breathing constricting anxiously. "I was helping her, right... Ms. Angel?" It wasn't a lie, Cressida had wrapped the angel's wounds to the best of her ability and her even brought the angel her lunch.

"It's dinner now." Cressida's hands balled into fists, her gaze on the ground. She struggled to look at Theron, it was clear she was nervous. "We should... we should go back." Her voice was soft, Cressida wasn't even sure if they had heard her.



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It would be so easy to kill this weak, hapless child. Enya stepped closer, Cressida frozen in place. Everyone knew the fight or flight response, but so few were familiar with freeze. It was what predators thrived on; the third, little-known reaction. She reached up, feigning kindness. Enya brushed Cressida's hair off of her shoulder.

It was unexpectedly soft. "Like a cloud," she murmured, raising her other hand in preparation to wrap both around the child's neck and squeeze every last drop of life from her body. It was an action Enya was familiar with, but why did she hesitate?

Snuffing out this small, fragile, life should have been an easy feat.

A rustling in the bushes made her pause, quickly lowering her hands. Someone emerged from the treeline. He was tall, wearing similar white clothes to the little girl. He looked nothing like her, however, with his vibrant red hair. Cursing her ill-fated luck, Enya stepped back. She was in no shape to flee. If she dared to try and leave the sanctuary of this garden, it was the demons who would have her neck. If she remained here much longer, however, it would be the angels that would hand out the punishment.

And Enya was much more afraid of angels than of demons.

He called to the girl, asking if Cressida was alright. Enya mentally cursed herself, had she made a miscaculation? Could the child have been of importance to someone? No, Enya noticed right away. The red haired human didn't give Cressida a second glance. Even with dried blood stuck all down the little girl's arms, the human boy's attention remained on the demon.

He moved forward, Enya remained in place. Immediately, he began to pepper her with questions, his gaze unwavering. "I am an angel, but my mission does not allow me to reveal my identity." Enya dipped into a curtsy, mentally cursing herself, her back leg wobbling a pain shot through her heel.

"I came from outside the wall, I was on a secret quest to help the Creator expand the Garden, but I was hurt. I am merely resting here until I am well enough to leave the walls again." Enya's smile was pleasant. Did these children know about demons? Or was their cozy world void of anything that went bump in the night?

Enya opened her mouth to speak again when the little mouse began to whisper, barely able to be heard over the sound of the brook. Enya's smile grew. That's right, she had already convinced one of them that she was truly an angel.

"Yes, Cressida has been very helpful." The demon spoke quickly, hoping to manipulate the conversation. From somewhere else in the garden, a bell had begun to ring. "You two should return to the house, you wouldn't want to be late? Just make sure you don't tell the others about me, or else we all might get in trouble."

Tomorrow.

She would kill the small one tomorrow while the big one was not here and flee.

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Time passing, another dinner

The day passes by her, the sounds of the other children running by her, playing around, comments directed at her either of insults or intrigue...Mainly confusion of how she can remain sitting still like a stone statue. Indeed the few times she moves is to flip to the next page and fill up on some more toast and coffee. Of course her food and drink diminished a while ago so she had been sitting and reading ever since. Of course soon the noise had slowly died down as other children were weathered from playing and running about. That meant she was in a bit of silence as she heard a set of hooves approaching her.

Her gaze lifted from her book, that was not the sound of feet. And what met her eyes was a deer. Ah, deer's. She was always a bit curious about deer's in the Garden. Compared to the other animals they were the only ones that seemed to come to them for a reason. That real reason of course was unknown to her, so she did her best to find out the reason...It's been a good while since she wanted to find out the secret to their curiosity but the only conclusion she came up with was...They were friendly with them.

That was the conclusion she came up with, the other Children sometimes fed them, a lot of them would pet them when they got close, and that naturally meant they would immediately get used to them...Well more used to them than the other skittish animals and the mind their own business bears. Oh, her mind wandered once more. Before she knew it the deer had wandered next to her and seemed to be nuzzling her face. Her hand reached to pet the animals head. "Hello there, what an unexpected encounter." He spoke to the animal as one of her eyes were closed as her face was being nuzzled in a friendly way by the deer.

However this moment lasted quickly as suddenly a voice was heard in the distance. "Dinner!" Came the voice followed by the same voice shouting again. "Everyone, dinner is ready!" it shouted. Ah, she knew that voice. The ever so motherly Piper had prepared dinner...Or helped prepare dinner. either one of those were correct in this situation. But for now she closed her book and moved her face away from the deer as she gathered her dishes. "Back to the forest deer. It was nice for the moment." She waved at the deer as she made her way over.

After a few minutes to clean and put away her dishes she made herself a nice cup of tea for dinner as she made her way to the dining room. She had gotten enough reading for the moment, and she was a bit pekish after just only eating toast and coffee. But time certainly flew by...Or maybe she had slept for far longer than she thought...

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Emil yawned and stretched beneath the tree he was sheltering beneath. He was so tired today. He'd gone to bed super late the night before. He just hadn't been able to get to sleep with all the thoughts running in his mind. So, he was running on a bit of empty today. Still, he hadn't wanted to get the angels angry at him or ask him questions so he'd done his chores with zeal and made sure to attend all the lessons as was required of him so they wouldn't get suspicious. Not that he'd done anything that would raise eyebrows last night, but still. Anything to keep his actions below notice was a good thing.

The young man yawned again as he curled up in the grass with a couple of books beside him. He didn't know how much he'd be able to read today, but he wanted to at least try. He'd grabbed a book on plant life and marine life. They didn't have any marine life in the garden and so seeing all the strange creature was beyond amazing; it was like reading a book about fantasy creatures. He wondered if he would ever actually ever see any of the creatures listed here. His favorite by far was the octopus and whale shark. They looked so cool. The eels were interesting too. And jellyfish. And dolphins. Okay, maybe they were all really cool. His inability to swim however, made the chance of actually going into the ocean to see these creatures an impossibility. Aside from the fact that there was no ocean or anything inside the realm of the garden. It was just idle dreams. He wondered if when they all grew up, if they'd be allowed to leave and see the world beyond.

He didn't see any adults here at all. Didn't that mean that they were outside the wall? Why were the children here without them? Why didn't the adults care for them instead of the angels? All he could remember was that he was brought to life here. This garden was all he knew. Emil raised an arm and looked up through the leaves of the tree to see the spots of sunlight on his skin. He and the other children were similar and different and very different from the people he'd read about in his books. What really happened to the other cultures? Where there other gardens around the world like this one where children of different cultures were brought up as well? What was it like? What were the angels like throughout the world? How big was the world anyway? There were too many questions and it would just go on and on. He didn't dare ask the angels all those questions, least they think he wanted to venture outside... which he did. He wanted to see the world and explore it.

Emil shook his head to get the ideas out of his head before he rolled onto his side to get a better position. Reading. He would just read and learn from what he had here first. He opened up his book and started to read the introduction of the marine animals but his eyelids were growing heavier and heavier until all at once he found himself sound asleep beneath the shading tree.

"Dinner!" someone called out, a bell sounding the alarm. Emil startled awake and blinked around himself wildly. What happened? He ran a hand through his pale lock to straighten it and try and get the bits of grass out of it. Dinnertime? Already? Had he really slept away the whole day? He must have been much more tired than he had initially thought. He picked up his books and patted himself down then and headed towards Piper who was calling everyone to dinner. He saw Hristiana getting up from the grass too, a book in her arms. She was pretty quiet like him too, and reading a lot. He offered her a smile once he approached, showing he acknowledged her presence before he continued to Piper.

"Hi Piper," he greeted. Piper was one of the few humans he enjoyed interacting with. She and Theron were both very kind. Sometimes Theron was a bit... too much to handle. He was very loud and always moving though he knew he meant well. He much preferred Piper's calmer approach. She acted like a mother though she wasn't all that much older than him and the other children. She was staring off into the forest. Had some of the other children gone into the forest? "Did I miss anything important, or forget any chores? I fell asleep and I want to make sure I do my share of the work before it is time for bed. I'll eat afterward," he promised. He didn't want to sit down with the entire gathering of children. There would be far too much noise and chatter.

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There was a gentleness to the way his hands moved. Shaping the landscape with a simple flick! His brush carressed the white canvas, changing his perception of the world. Blues were not just blues, they were ceruleun and cyan, wprds that may be foreign to some, but to him, their distinction made all the difference. The surface of the lake rippled, two fish beneath the surface playing a game of chase.

He swirled his brush in the cup of water beside him, swishing it until it was clean. It was quiet by the lake. He enjoyed the stillness, a small moment of reprieve from the busy bustle of the children in the garden. "Micah!" A hand raised in the air from across the lake and an easy smile came across the boy's face. He raised one arm, returning the gesture. Watcher picked his way across the stones, closing the distance between them. He placed a hand on Micah's shoulder, looking over his head at the painting. "Wow, you've really come a long way." His grin was genuine, his expression impressed as he evaluated the lake scene.

"Thanks," Micah looked back at his canvas, but it felt incomplete, it was missing something. "What to do..." Micah trailed off, his smile steady. "Maybe have one of the children pose for you?" Watcher suggested, clasping his hands behind him and squinting at the incomplete painting. "That would be nice, if they could sit still long enough." He laughed, turning back to face the lake. "Hey, I just thought I should warn you," Watcher started.

"Wolf has been hearing some strange sounds coming from the woods at night. He saw Cressida coming back to the house after dark yesterday, he's worried a bear might snatch her if she keeps leaving the house at night." Watcher didn't sleep in the home, like Teacher, Nurse, and Morning. Watcher spent most of his time in the Tower, a large spiral section of the wall that kept the children inside of the garden. Watcher's words were laced with intention, but not one that Micah could figure out.

He scratched his cheek, "What was Cressida doing in the woods last night?" But Watcher only shook his head, "I'm not sure, she's a little bit of an odd ball," he scratched his cheek. "Do you think tonight you can make sure she stays inside so Wolf and Evening can make sure there's no disturbance?"

Micah nodded, smiling. "Yeah! I'll check on her tonight and make sure she stays in bed." Watcher pat his back, "Thanks Micah. I can always rely on you to help out," he left then, taking off from the ground. Micah looked up, watching the angel in flight, a feather swaying slowly in a waltz towards the earth. "That's what's missing." Micah turned back to his painting, suddely inspired.

From a distance, someone began to yell and the blonde turned his head, scanning the area to see Piper. "Dinner!" She yelled, holding a bell high above her head. His stomach growled, the time having passed far too quickly. The sky was still devoid of clouds, which led Micah to believe that it would be fine to leave his things out. He removed his apron, the one he had "borrowed" from the kitchen. Draping it over his canvas, Micah headed back towards the house, seeing the other children gravitate in the same direction.

"Hey Hristiana, up to some light reading?" He asked, sporting his signature lopsided grin. He could see Emil and Piper, up on the hill. Inside, Micah's smile faded when he realized someone was missing. Where had Theron gone?

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She was an angel... from beyond the wall? He glanced at the wall that separated their garden and home from the world outside. It instantly made him curious. What has this angel seen out there and what did she have to do? Obviously it was something dangerous considering her wounds. Wounds on an angel just didn't seem right. Who would ever want to harm an angel? What was out there that could even do that? Angels were beautiful and so strong. He couldn't imagine anything with the power to do that.

Then the dinner bell sounded and he heard Piper calling them in the distance and he tensed a moment, startled out of his thoughts. He glanced down at Cressida when she added that they should head back. She was helping the angel earlier? That was so kind of her. He offered her a smile and nodded. They did need to get back. But when he looked at the stranger again, he felt a strange need to protect her. There really wasn't much he could actually do though. She was more powerful than he, and he didn't know how to actually fight. Was it really okay to leave a wounded angel out here in the middle of the forest? He couldn't think of where else he could take her to keep her out of sight. Why they would be punished if the others saw her didn't make sense but she was the angel so she knew far more than he, and had her reasons.

"Yes, we should go. If we don't, the others will come looking for us and be worried, maybe even Watcher or Wolf would come." He looked back up at the angel and put on a brilliant smile for her before he gave her a flourishing bow. He would have reached out for her hand to kiss her knuckles, but he didn't think she would have taken to that very well considering her unease. "Fear not, my lady, we will not tell a soul that you are here. Your wish is our command." When in doubt, get into character. And the situation felt tense. He could see both the angel and Cressida were nervous and he wanted to try and dispel some of that negativity and put a smile on their faces. It didn't usually work with Cressida but he hoped that it did ease her mind on some level. "Though I should warn you, there are bears here. Emil told me they don't usually attack people, but they can, and do devour flesh, so please stay safe, Miss Angel. Cressida and I will come by later to bring you more food and bandages and a blanket to make you more comfortable so you can heal quickly."

He straightened then and returned his attention to Cressida. "Come on. Let's go." He and Cressida turned to head back towards the house. As they moved further away, he paused and glanced back at the angel one more time and gave her a wave before they moved out of sight as they made their way back up to the main part of the garden. "She was a very pretty angel," he said to Cressida then. "I wonder what happened to her, but it looks like it is up to us to help her. And are you really okay? Did you need something, Cressida? I heard some of the other kids were being bullies earlier. If you need anything, you can always come to me."

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Piper turned, hearing her name called. "Oh, hello Emil," she smiled, putting her arm down, which had been stretched high above her to call the other children. Most of them had meandered out of the woods and down the path towards the house, whose lights had begun to illuminate as the sun set behind it.

Emil wanted to know if he had missed any chores, but Piper had fallen asleep. "Hmm, I don't think so." She smiled, "but I'm sure Teacher would know. Unless you were on the list for laundry day?" She winked, turning her waist to stretch her spine once before turning towards the house. "Should we go to dinner? We shouldn't keep the others waiting."

She needed to fix a bowl of soup for Mavise when she was done, she had promised Mavise that she would come back. "Did you enjoy today's lessons?" Piper asked, glancing down at the book he was holding. She smiled, "is that book any good? I'm always looking for something new to read." Piper opened up the door to let them both inside, placing the bell down in its proper place.

The interior of the Children's home was warm, the air outside beginning to cool down as the sun set outside. Titan was playing the violin in the corner, taking requests from some of the others. The table was set, plates full of food waiting to be devoured. "Evening," Micah waved as he entered, grinning. Piper returned the gesture, noticing his frown.

Theron? She scanned the room, noticing that yes, the red head was missing. "I know he went to look for Cressida earlier," Piper taped a finger against her chin, but she didn't have long to think about it, because Teacher clapped her hands together, the room falling silent. "Alright children," she smiled, the angels gathered, each standing behind their own chair. "What do we say before a meal?"

It was a short ritual that they did before eating anything, to show gratitude to the land that had food was grown in, to the Children that had helped them prepare, and to G//d for granting them life. All of the children in the room stood. There were no assigned seats, but they each had a natural spot that they gravitated to.

Piper stood behind her chair, hands resting over her heart. "Ashera, would you like to lead us?" Teacher asked, her smile pleasant. Ashera nodded, looking proud to be chosen. "Thank you G//d for our peaceful lives," they all repeated his words, each child putting a spin on it when it was their turn. "Thank you G//d for our peacefu lives," Piper smiled, enjoying his choice of words. This life of theirs truly was peaceful, it was easy.

"Thank you to the ground for your sacrifice," Teacher quirked a brow, but they all repeated his words. "And thank you to the Children who helped make this meal."

"Amen," Teacher smiled.

"Amen, they all repeated." Sankta raised his arms, "Let all who are hungry come to eat." The sound of chairs scraping against the ground filled the air as they moved about, seating themselves. There were platters on the table full of food, tonight's meal including greenbeans, grown from the garden, noodles made fresh in the kitchen, and chicken, raised right outside. "It all smells great," Piper's mouth was practically salivating.

The front door squeaked opened, Piper's head turning. She wasn't the only curious one, the missing Children had arrived. "You're both late," Teacher frowned, rising to greet Cressida and Theron. Why had Theron gone to look for her? Piper wondered. They all teased each other, Cressida was just overly sensitive. "Theron, come sit next to me." Piper smiled in greeting, pointing to the empty seat.

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Cressida's eyes were glassy, unreadable. The last thing she wanted was for Watcher or Wolf to discover her secret. The last thing she wanted was to be unravelled. Cressida watched Theron, who seemed more interested in Ms. Angel than in her. It was a relief, to be honest. Cressida did not enjoy being the object of attention. Ms. Angel smiled, nodding at Theron's words. She waved when they left, Cressida turning to look at her as they crossed the banks of the brook, the angel laying down to rest.

Theron complimented the angel. What was pretty? It was a word Cressida knew, but didn't understand. "Do you... like Ms. Angel?" Cressida asked, looking up blankly at Theron. Was that what pretty meant? He kept speaking, his words quick. They had to help her. Theron was now a part of her secret. It made Cressida nervous, but somehow, she was also relieved. The angels liked Theron and his boisterous personality. If they were to get in trouble together, there was a less likely chance of visiting the basement.

"I fell," Cressida wasn't lying, she had fallen after Malek had pushed her. It was easier, this way, less complicated, to simply blame it on her supposedly clumsy nature. Was Theron a safe person? Cressida thought back to a few minutes ago. He had not so much as glanced at her, looking only at the angel. Her gaze fell to the ground, no, Theron was not a safe person. She was wary of him, of his intentions.

The garden was empty, Cressida could hear the chatter of the dining room from outside. She pushed the door open, the smell of food making her nauseous. "You're both late," Teacher spoke disapprovingly, rising to greet them. Cressida froze in place, unable to meet their eyes. She felt pressure building in her chest, squeezing in her throat.

Theron was called over by Piper, who patted the seat next to her for him to join. There was one other open seat, at the end of the table, near Ashera and Seraphina. "Cressida, what happened to your arms?" Nurse suddenly rose, rushing over. The blood had crusted, drying on her arms, staining her white dress. She could feel Malek's gaze boring into her skull. Cressida looked down at her arms, as though surprised by their appearance, then looked back up at Teacher, blinking slowly. "I fell," Nurse pursed her lips.

"Clumsy little thing, come on, let's go get you cleaned up." She swiped for Cressida's hand, but the girl stepped back. Nurse grabbed her shoulder instead, forcing her to follow, away from the other children and to the infirmary, where Mavise was asleep. "You really do need to be more careful," Nurse chided, forcing her to sit in front of the sink. The curtain parted, another angel entering.

Tem.

"What happened?" He asked, yawning, having seen the two enter. "Cressida fell again," they were annoyed at her, weren't they? Cressida's hands balled her dress in between her fingers. There were wrinkles in the cloth, it was clear she did this often. "I'll take care of it," Tem spoke with a smile. "You should return to the dining room, I'm sure Sankta and Teacher need all the help they can get." Nurse nodded, "We'll see you soon." Cressida bit down on her lip, her gaze on the ground.

"That's a bad habit," Tem tilted her head upwards, forcing her to look at him. "S-sorry," Cressida looked down again, her shoulders were quivering. Tem's touch was gentle, looking at the wounds at her elbows, where she had fallen into the gravel. He had none of the hastiness of Nurse, who seemed eager to go eat. "You're Cressida, right?" Tem asked, his smile gentle. Tem wasn't around the children often, he hardly ever left the ruins of the forest.

Cressida nodded, "Yes." Tem rinsed the blood off of her elbows with warm water and soap. "Where did these nail marks come from?" He turned her hand over gently to reveal them. "Me," Cressida replied, looking at his fingers. "Why do you do that to yourself?" He released her, rifling through the cabinets for antibiotic cream.

Cressida inched away from him on instinct.

"To stop myself from crying." He looked at her strangely, "Why are you crying?" Tem looked her up and down. "I don't know, I-" Cressida stopped, but she had no answer. "Your knees are all scraped up too, you really are clumsy. I'm gonna take care of that so you don't get an infection," Cressida stiffened, leaning away. "I'm not gonna hurt you, promise." Tem smiled, trying to ease her worries. "Still, you should try to be more careful. The Creator gave you this body, so take good care of it. Alright?"

Cressida nodded, watching as Tem applied the cream, which stung. He placed a band aid on top, making sure it was secure. Tem pat her leg, standing. "All done, you should be good as new." He grinned, looking down at her. "Wow, in this light, your skin is just like a porcelain doll."

Cressida rose suddenly, the stool falling over. "Cressida? Are you okay-" Tem reached forward, but Cressida yanked her arm away. She had the same expressionless face as she backed up towards the wall. "Creepy," Tem muttered it underneath his breath, but she could still hear it.

With a burst of speed, Cressida ran from the infirmary back to the main house, past the children merrily eating their dinner and to the girl's room. She stood in front of her bed, out of breath, always short on stamina. On her mattress was her stuffed owl, the toy having been decapitated, its stuffing littered everywhere.

With a step Cressida hit the wall opposite and she sunk down until she was sitting. She rolled up her sleeve and dug her nails into her arm, her chest heaving.

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Ah dinnertime, indeed time had indeed passed by rather quickly when she occupied herself with a book. And now they had all gathered together to eat with some missing exceptions of course. It was natural that not everyone would arrive immediately. However much more differently was as she was ready to prepare to sit down for dinner, Micah spoke to her.

Well, he was one of the more friendlier of the children so it was no surprise that one of them would have spoke to her even if she was unintentionally quiet and kept to herself most of the time. Not that she did it on purpose of course, she just often kept herself occupied with knowledge gathering. Her gaze turned to face Micah as she gave a small nod in reply. "Well, for me it was light I suppose. 314 pages in one sitting, I learned a bit more today but I should keep my sleep in moderation of course. I should not miss classes next time around even if I do study a lot." She replied as she gave a small light huff. Indeed, it was never a good thing to appear like one of the problem children's...She rather not sit in a lecture hall for a few hours, how else could she continue research like that? And she rather not let Teacher down as she was one of the more studious students.

"But I will have to work on a balance of my personal research and chores and school. A lot of times I simply engross myself in my studies and lose sleep, staying up for a full day is not healthy as I found out myself. Oh, as much as I would love to stay and chat Piper might scold us for not coming yet. We are all family and a family meal needs both food and family or it wont be a family meal." She added on as she went on ahead.

Soon enough the Children gathered, herself included as they all said grace in G//D's name...Such a difficult word to say...The words...For her it was not a normal language. But nevertheless they said grace as she soon tucked in quietly with her meal, not reading at the table of course as that was bad table manners and she was certain Piper, or even the angels would give her another earful if she was caught again doing that. Of course that did not mean she was unaware of her surroundings...Her gaze looked at the other children, the idle chatter to listen on any interesting little nugget of interesting news...And most notably Cressida and Theron arriving late with the former looking a bit banged up...And that was all she saw of the timid and shy Cressida as she was basically dragged away to tend to her injuries.

Poor girl was stressed that much she knew, it was very obvious from her perspective. She read about it, stress was bad. But it was not her position to meddle in her life, nor was she as smart as Nurse to help the Children or more socially good like Piper. Nay...She was Hristiana and she simply researched a lot of things. Maybe...She could try something...But not today...The day was running out that's why. She had dinner to eat, no doubt some extra chores then an early sleep after research. That was what she needed to do for today. No use overthinking situations.

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Enya watched them leave, retaining her smile until they had left her vision. She lay down, exhausted, exhaling with a sigh. Enya had never met children before, not to mention human children. One had been overwhelming enough, but two? She thought back to the red head, laughing at his bow. Quite a showman, wasn't he? She smirked, those two were complete opposites. One closed off and silent, the other exuberant talkative. Her smile faded slowly, things had gotten complicated. If she killed the little girl and fled, he would know who had done it. Still, it was the easiest course of action, a warning.

If she killed both of them... Enya tried to think. A demon's first instinct was to cut off loose ends. Enya sighed, rolling to look up at the sky. Those children had offered her a helping hand, but that was only because she had tricked them. What if there was an alternative?

"Over here is where I heard the noise," Enya stiffened, quickly diving into the bushes. "Did you hear that?" Enya could see them through the leaves, two angels. Their halos illuminated their faces, shining brightly above their heads. "I don't hear anything," there was an animal with them, a beast Enya had only read about in books.

A wolf.

She held her breath, the wolf turning its head, its green eyes meeting her own. Well.... shit. The dog stepped forward, its ears pulling back. It growled, its tail stiff and on alert. What to do? What to do? If Enya used her ability, it would delay her departure from this place. If she was found, however, the risks were much greater. The dog leaped, the angel beckoning to the other. The two surrounded the area Enya was hiding in.

She crawled closer to the brook, the sound of the gurgling water covering up the noise of her bones breaking and reforming. She bit down on her lip to stifle her cry of pain, fur bursting from her pores, her body growing smaller. "Wolf, this way!" They were closing in, a cry escaping from Enya's lips. A sword was held against her throat, the demon looking up at the angel with panic in her eyes. "A rabbit?"

The angel stepped back, the other one moving forward to pick her up. "Poor thing, it's quivering." Its touch was soft as it stroked her head, "Put it down Evening, you know what Sankta said." Evening leant down, Enya hopping out of the angel's hands and onto the grass. "Yes, yes, keep the wildlife wild."

"Still, it's unlike that dog to get so fussed over a rabbit." Enya was quick to hop back into the bushes, the wolf darting after her. "Whoa!" The angel grabbed it, stopping it from snatching the rabbit in its jowels. "What is with you tonight? C'mone, let's go back to the house. You're probably just hungry." She waited until she could no longer hear their footsteps before releasing the transformation. Her bones snapped and crackled, the fur shedding from her body, her organs shifting to their proper place, and Enya returned to her full size.

She was breathing heavily, her fists grasping the grass as her nails finished growing. It hurt, but it was a necessary pain. Enya rolled onto her side, panting. Water, she needed water. She crawled towards the brook, dipping her head beneath the surface to drink.

Tomorrow, it didn't matter if she was fully healed or not, she needed to leave tomorrow.

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"Micah, can you read us a story tonight?" Seraphina asked at the dinner table, her eyes wide and innocent. Micah hesitated, scratching his cheek. "Um, I'm not sure-" He swallowed quickly, "what story did you have in mind?" Sometimes the older children took turns reading for the younger ones, but Micah struggled with reading and usually tried to avoid it.

"The ugly duckling!" Seraphina spoke excitedly, she had the book in her lap, a fan favorite. "Not again!" Ashera spoke loudly from his seat. "Let's read something cool like..." He trailed off, furrowing his brow. "How about Of Mice and Men?" Magnolia suggested, looking up from her plate. "Yeah!" Ashera grinned, "Just the name sounds cool!"

"I don't think that's an appropriate choice," Titan sighed, rubbing at his temples. "Of Mice and Men is too long for a bedtime story anyway." Micah looked between them, he had never read that book. The outside door opened, revealing the two missing children. Nurse rose immediately to scold them and drag Cressida off to take care of her wounds. Was that why Theron had gone after her?

"Hey, where were you?" Micah asked, glad to see Theron safe and sound. It was unusual for any of them to be late to dinner. Lunch and breakfast would have a few stragglers, but dinner was different. It had made Micah worry for Theron's safety almost immediately. "What story do you think we should read tonight Theron?" Seraphina asked, her eyes wide with anticipatory glee.

"Yeah Theron, you're a great storyteller. So what should tonight's read be?" Micah asked, attempting to dump the responsability to Theron's lap. "Did you hear there might be a bear in the woods?" Malek asked suddenly, "I heard Wolf talking to Tem! He said a bear was spotted really close to the house!" Malek's words got everyone excited.

"Now Children," Teacher piped up, smiling at their excited chatter. "What do we do when there's a bear around the house?" Her expression was kind, patient. As though in unison, almost all the children spoke in a sing-song voice, "If babies are there, beware." Seraphina giggled. If it was just a wandering bear, then they Wolf's dog would scare it away.

Micah leaned back in his chair, full. He stretched his arms above his head, remembering Watcher's words. He would need to keep an eye out tonight, make sure none of the children left the house. Micah never minded lending a hand to the angels, as long as it wasn't reading of course. All of the children helped out in their own way, even the smallest of them.

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Oops. They were late, weren't they? It looks they had just missed the evening prayer. He did feel a little bad about that, but it had been important to find Cressida and make sure she was okay. He didn't think they dawdled too long with Ms. Angel. He looked over to Nurse who had quickly pounced on Cressida and the injury on her arm and whisked her away. He hoped she didn't get into trouble or anything. She always seemed to get the shorter end of the stick and it really wasn't her fault. Well, there was nothing much else he could do, so he followed Piper's urgings and sat down beside her.

"Hello, Piper," he beamed at her. "Children," he nodded and looked over at the others; some who were still staring and those that had already dug into their evening meal. His stomach growled then. He hadn't realized quite how hungry he had been. And the food looked so good. He closed his eyes briefly and folded his hands to give a quick prayer of his own since he'd missed the one spoken by the others. Once done, he added food to his plate and dug in.

He wondered then if Ms. Angel would like any of the food here. He'd have to find a way to get her some. He knew Cressida had already brought her something to eat, but what if she got hungry in the middle of the night? She needed to keep her strength up if she was going to heal. Gosh, but what could have hurt an Angel like this? Angels were so strong. He'd never seen any of the angels here that hurt before. But Ms. Angel was on a mission in the world outside the wall. The thought of going out there was both thrilling and scary. He'd never really thought much about the world out there, but he was curious. Was there other gardens like this one? There had to be, right? What about outside the gardens? What was the world like? What kind of animals and people lived out there and why did they live there? Were there guardian angels there as well? It sounded so dangerous and new.

Micah calling out to him snapped him out of his thoughts and he looked over at him. Where was he? "I heard Cressida had gotten bullied by the other children and went missing, so I went looking for her. Sorry we were late." Then the children called out about story time. At first Micah was pressed to read a story but then everyone turned to him and he chuckled. "Hmmm. That's a good question. How about Rikki-Tikki-Tavi?" he asked. He'd always liked the story of the brave little mongoose. Maybe that would help get the discussion off bears in the woods. He hadn't seen any bears but one never knew.

"Yes! I like that story too!" Seraphina beamed. "Rikki-Tikki-Tavi?" one of the younger children asked with wide-eyes. He hadn't heard of that one yet. "Mhmmm. We'll have to wait to hear about him until we get settled for bed. Finish your supper; we don't want to waste anything."


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Oh, Piper didn't know if he had missed any chores. He'd have to go to Teacher. Teacher would tell him he'd have to eat dinner with the rest of the children. He didn't really want to, but he supposed he didn't have much of a choice. He pouted a little and hugged the book closer to his chest. He hoped the others were preoccupied and didn't try to tease him or anyone else at the table. He didn't like it and didn't think it was fair. He sighed and stayed close to Piper.

At the question about the book, he looked down and smiled. "I like it. There is a lot in here about marine animals. It is absolutely awing what kinds of animals live there. Some are gigantic!" he said, getting a bit excited talking about it. "It is so hard to imagine such huge things in the water; the water itself is soooo deep and huge, bigger than anything we have here in the Garden." He so badly wanted to see the ocean. He would have continued to go on about the animals he'd learned about but then Theron and Cressida emerged from the woods. Oh, Cressida got hurt again. He hoped she was okay. Nurse quickly took the other girl away to check up on her as Theron sat down beside Piper. It was nice of him to go looking for Cressida. Theron was a nice person, though he was a bit too much at times. He was lively and charming and he loved hearing his voice when it was more subdued. It had pretty tones.

Emil glanced over at Micah then and the familiar and terrifying feeling of heat racing through his body struck him. He quickly averted his gaze and squirmed in his seat. It made his heart pound in a queasy fear. He toyed with the food in his plate and tried to focus instead on the conversation without lifting his gaze. He didn't understand why Micah seemed to affect him this way. He wanted to talk to Micah, see his paintings and spend time with him, get to know him better, but at the same time, he wanted to race completely in the other direction. This feeling inside didn't make sense and he was afraid to ask the angels about what it was. What if it made him more strange than he already was? No, he just needed to find more biology books to try and understand what this was.

The others were talking about what story to read for the night, but he couldn't pull up the same enthusiasm. He used to love when the older children read stories, especially Theron since he always did different voices for the characters, but he preferred to read his own books now. He supposed Rikki-Tikki-Tavi wasn't a bad story though. He did enjoy that one and wasn't the usual bed-time reading. He was always surprised by Theron's reading choices. Theron liked theatrics and engaging stories though so it made sense that he must do a lot of reading too about different things.

He glanced over at Hristiana then. She was an avid reader. She'd be reading earlier as well when he'd passed her. Maybe they could share some book reading lists. Hey Hristiana," he called softly, "What were you reading earlier? You seemed really engaged with it. What do you like reading?

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Piper smiled, glad that Theron was here, in one piece. "We were starting to get worried," when one of them was missing, Piper felt weirdly incomplete. The children had begun to talk about a story for tonight. Micah had been volunteered fo the job, but he was quick to divert it to Theron, who seemed more than happy to take on the responsability. Good, with story time taken care of, Piper would be able to go check on Mavise. "Piper, you seem distracted?" Magnolia leaned forward, she was one of the older girls that Piper admired. "I was just thinking," Piper admitted.

"Tomorrow's lesson is supposed to be about unity, right?" Piper looked down at her plate, mixing gravy into her potatoes. "I think so, that's what Teacher said when we finished today. Ah! We're supposed to all bring something important to us to class, do you know what you're going to bring?" Magnolia reached for the chicken, plopping a piece onto her plate. Piper tried to think, what was something important to her?

"I don't know yet, do you know what you're going to take?" Magnolia nodded, pulling something out of her pocket. "This!" She held it up carefully, it looked like a piece of paper that she had colored on. "I made it in art, it's a place to mark the page in your book so you don't have to remember it. I'm calling it a place marker," she grinned cleverly, admiring her handiwork.

"Oh, that's smart." Could Piper bring something she made too? "Maybe I'll bring my music box?" She murmured, picking up her plate as she finished. "Music box? Is that what you found when you went into the ruins?" Magnolia rose as well, both of them having finished. "Yeah! I'll show it to you, come on." The two of them went to place their dishes in the soapy water before heading upstairs to the older girl's bedroom.

As soon as Piper opened the door, she could hear sniffling. Magnolia looked around, frowning. "Hello?" Was there someone else in there? "Is there anyone here?" Magnolia grabbed Piper's arm. "What if it's a ghost!" She squealed, giggling. "I think you've been reading too many horror novels," Piper laughed, the two of them holding hands. They walked together, looking for the source of the sound.

Tucked into the corner, behind one of the couches, they could see a head of white hair. "I told you it was a ghost!" Mangolia giggled, releasing Piper's hand to look behind it. "What's wrong little ghost?" Magnolia asked, Piper too, peering over the couch to see Cressida hiding. She hadn't been at dinner? Piper thought back, but she hadn't seen anyone missing at the table.

Magnolia called to her, but Cressida didn't move. Instead, she stiffened, as though someone was going to scold her.

"Cressida, aren't you hungry? Don't you want to go sit with the others?" Her head shook in response, her white, colorless hair sticking out from her messy braid. As much as Piper liked the children, Cressida was the one that Piper felt an odd resentment towards. She couldn't help it, the child's strangeness was off-putting. Her glassy eyes, the odd protectiveness the other angels showed towards her. It made Piper dislike her.

Magnolia suddenly reached over, lifting Cressida out from her hiding spot, holding her up beneath the arms. Piper couldn't help but burst into laughter at the bewildered expression on Cressida's face.



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[font=georgia]"Now, do you want to tell us what's wrong?" Magnolia asked, holding her up above the couch. She placed her down carefully, the younger girl stuck between the older ones. "Nothing," Cressida whispered, hiding the broken toy in her arms, her body hunched over, her hair acting as a curtain. "That doesn't sound like nothing, did Nurse scold you again for hurting yourself?"

Cressida flinched, yes, Nurse had scolded her. They always scolded her, because she was a bad child, because there was something wrong with her. They sat in silence for a few minutes, Cressida not moving. Magnolia shifted, kneeling in front of her, peering up at the child. "Cressy, we can't help you if we don't know what's wrong." Communication. It was a skill that was difficult for her. Even if she could communicate well, Cressida couldn't just tell them, because it would always be her fault. Still, Magnolia looked up at her expectantly.

"It... it broke," Cressida relented, placing the broken toy on her lap. Its stuffing was coming out of its body, the plushy's head no longer attached to its neck. "Cressida, why did you break it?" Piper asked, her tone accusatory. Cressida stiffened, "I-I di-I didn't!" She rose, the toy falling to the ground. Magnolia rose too, picking the toy up. "It's not good to lie Cressida, you can just tell us." Her words were gentle, but it was clear that she didn't believe her.

"I didn't break," Cressida whispered, her hands balling up the fabric of her dress. Why did no one ever believe her? "Well, it's no matter, I can fix it." Magnolia sighed, Cressida's head hanging. Magnolia placed the stuffed animal down on the table, "I'll have it ready before bed, okay? Piper, can you show me the music box now?"

"Yeah! It's over-" Cressida tuned them out.

It wasn't her fault, it wasn't her fault, she didn't do it. No one ever listened, she couldn't tell them, because no one listened to her.

No, there was someone who listened, she was the only person and when she left... Cressida would be all alone again.

The other two weren't watching her anymore, they went to do something else. Cressida took one of the throw blankets and opened up the window, stepping onto the tree that grew right beside it. She made her way down carefully, hanging from the last branch, a few feet up from the ground. Cressida released her hands, falling into the bushes below. She rose quickly, picking up the blanket. The crickets were loud, but the happy sounds of laughter from the dining room carried through the windows.

Cressida tied the blanket around herself, hurrying towards the woods. The sound of a branch snapping made her stop, but Cressida didn't see anything. She hurried onwards, continuing in her trek towards the babbling brook. "Ms. Angel!" Cressida called, but the clearing was empty.

"Ms. Angel!" Cressida turned, her normally glassy, emotionless eyes, frantic.

"Cressida? Are you back already?" A voice called from behind the bushes. She emerged, her halo a shining light in the otherwise dark forest.

Cressida ran forward, throwing her arms around the angel without thinking. "Whoa, whoa, what's got you so worked up?" The child didn't answer, instead, with trembling hands, she untied the blanket from around herself, holding it out for the angel. "I want to... I want to go-"

"Go? Back to the house?"

"No, outside. I-I want to go with you... outside the walls."

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Bullied? Micah looked around the table, trying to determine if any of the innocent looking children could be the culprit. "Are you sure about that?" He asked, taking a big bite out of his mashed potatoes. "That kid is pretty clumsy," he shook his head, it was hard to imagine any bullying went on around here. They were all pretty much siblings, how could any of them be mean to another? The conversation moved on to story time and thankfully, Theron would be taking over the duty of reading books.

Micah would come and watch, since the least he could do is offer his support. "Rikki-Tikki-Tavi? I don't think I've heard that one either," he admitted, "I'll look forward to story time to tonight then," while Micah struggled to read, he was a great listener. Dinner began to wind down to a close, "Micah and Theron, you're both on dish duty." Teacher spoke as she rose, "Emil and Hristiana, can you both round up the chickens and bring them into the coop for the night? We don't want any foxes to get them."

Their chicken flock was an important part of their garden. The chickens gave them eggs for breakfast and for baking, they also supplied them with meat for meals and feathers for arts and crafts. During the day, the chickens were allowed to roam free, but at night, they had to be kept in the coop. Micah rose, stretching his hands above his head. "Looks like storytime will have to wait until after the dishes," he began to collect plates from the table, Titan rising to help bring things to the kitchen.

"Theron, I heard tomorrow a few of the older kids were going to take the younger ones to some of the ruins by the east wall, if you want to come?" Micah asked, putting on a pair of gloves before dipping his hands into the sudsy water with all of the dishes. Micah didn't bother with an apron, since after this and the story, he would likely take a bath. Micah always enjoyed going to the ruins, it was a fun field trip and you never knew what you were going to find. Surely the younger kids would enjoy it, since many of them had never ventured that far into the forest.

"I heard that last time Kiernan went, he found a fountain pen that was still working. It even had a name engraved into it in the old language." There were two systems of writing, the old language, invented by the Phonecians and Heavenly language. They mainly used the Heavenly Language, but they were all taught to read and write in the old language.

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Chickens and books, A golden night

Another question for her? How rare for her to be talking to the other children more than one time a day...Or more often than not it was rare for her to be speaking to the other children once...Not because she did not like talking to others but she busied herself often...Wait she already thought of that already...Silly her...She looked over at Emil and gave a small nod. "Ah, interested in what I was reading? I was simply reading a book about plants from places not here. The different trees, the changing environments from across the land. Tales of water as far as the eye can see and sands as far as the eye can see. Just learning more about the world and widening my knowledge." Hristiana replied as she gave a thoughtful bite of her food before speaking again. "As for what I like reading, I have no preference to what I read. As I said I like reading about new things, discover new things...But if I had to answer there has been a set of books that has got my interest. A few books about this man 'Sherlock Holmes' who was known as a 'detective' and he was a seeker of the truth. He would solve crimes and find clues to help him on his quest. I think I see a bit of myself in him, a fellow seeker of truths. But he is also a really smart man, I could learn a few things from reading those books." She added.

Of course as she was wrapping up eating, the sound of teacher calling out her name caught her ears. Ah...How short lived but at least they could continue their conversation while wrangling chickens. "Oh chicken duty? Of course Teacher. Sorry for missing class as well, I will be sure to attend tomorrow." She replied as she slowly got up from her chair and looked over her book. She supposed she could just stuff it in her dress...Or leave it somewhere safe and dry. A bridge to cross when she arrives at it.

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"Piper, can you help me for a minute?" Nurse asked, beckoning to the red head. Piper was just coming back from the sick room, having delivered the soup she had promised to Mavise. Mavise had still been asleep, but her fever had at last broken. Perhaps tomorrow she would return to the regular house, Piper would like that very much. "Yes, what's wrong?" Currently, there were no babies in the nursery, so Nurse had a bit more time to spend with them.

"Sankta has asked that everyone remain inside tonight, because of the suspected bear getting a bit too close to the chickens." Piper tilted her head to the side, wondering what this had to do with her. "The angels will all be having a meeting tonight about it, so would you mind just making sure all of the girls get to bed on time? I believe someone has already been appointed for the boys."

Piper brightened, this would be an easy task. "Of course! I won't disappoint you," Piper smiled, a pang squeezing in her chest. "I knew we could count on you," Nurse smiled. Piper was happy, wasn't she? After all, she had been given an important job. So why did the praise feel... ingenuine?

Piper shook her head and slapped her cheeks. She needed to get her act together, this was an easy way to impress the angels. First? Piper would need to wrangle the younger girls into the bath. While there was were private bathrooms within the house, the bathhouse had a time for the girls and a time for the boys. A large, open-air tub beneath a wooden pavilion, it was one of Piper's favorite ways to wind down the day.

There was a chill in the evening air, the sound of the cicadas buzzing in her ears as Piper made her way back from the bath, her wet hair wrapped in a towel. Inside, some of the younger children had gathered for story time, which would give Piper plenty of time to prepare for bed.

Curfew was drawing ever closer. Piper's night clothes consisted of a white nightgown and a white overcoat that she shimmied into, her hair still wet. Downstairs, she could hear the laughter of children as she ran a brush over her head, feeling a sense of anxiety creep over her. It was almost bed time, only a little while longer until her task was complete.

The Grandfather clock in the living room rang, the sound loud enough to echo throughout the house. Piper made her way downstairs, it was now 10 o'clock. "Alright, bed time!" She clapped her hands together, much to the chagrin of a few of the children. "Do we have to?" Seraphina asked, peeling herself up from the floor. "Yes," Piper replied, hands on her hips. "We all need our rest so we'll be up on time for lessons tomorrow."

The older girls like Magnolia and Hristiana could come up when they wanted, but it was Piper's job to bring the younger ones in tonight. Piper would not let Nurse down.

She did a headcount, making a mental note of everyone in the living room. They were all-wait-no.

Oh no.

There was someone missing, someone who had not been at bath or story time. There was an empty bed. It couldn't have been Mavise, Piper had accounted for her being in the sick room.

She hoisted up her nightgown in one hand, the other running over the banister as she inspected the first floor. Some of the older girls were still lingering in the living room. Piper didn't want them to panic, so she straightened, attempting to inconspicuously enter the library.

The only one in there was Magnolia, who had settled onto a bench to read a book.

The kitchen was empty and there was no one in the garden.

"No, no, no, no, no." Piper muttered to herself as she inspected every bathroom, the chicken coop, she even ran to the open-air bath.

But the missing girl was nowhere to be seen.

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Theron looked up when the angel called his name and he offered a bright smile. “Of course, I am happy to help with the dishes!” he spoke up and looked over at Micah who had also been given the task. With the two of them, they could make quick work of it. “To answer your question, I would love to go to the ruins tomorrow. There really is so many things to uncover there. Just when you think you’ve search everything, there is something else to discover. It is a great place to come up with stories as well and play games. I think it is going to be really fun,” he beamed. He was going to have to wake early to check on Miss Angel and ensure she was cared for before they all go up for their lessons and the trip. He wondered if he could really slip out tonight when the other children had gone to bed. He didn’t like going against the angels with anything, but Miss Angel was hurt and she needed to be tended to too.

Once all the dishes were clean and put away, Theron stretched and turned back to the kids who had started to play around. “Alright, children! It is time for story-time!” He ushered all the children into the room and helped them settle down before he sat down on the floor with them and took out the book he’d promised. “Tonight, we enjoy a story about friendship, of bravery, and danger,” he began, setting the tone and already taking on a different voice.

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he promised the children and put it away. He would take a bath and then when everyone was asleep, he’d take some food to Miss Angel. He’d never tried sneaking. He hoped he didn’t run into Wolf. What was he going to say to him if he was found? Miss Angel asked him not to tell anyone she was here.

As he headed towards the bathroom, he saw Piper rushing from room to room frantic. He frowned and tilted his head to the side. “Piper? Is something the matter?” he asked as he hurried to her side.


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Emil was smiling at Hristiana. She liked to read a variety of books too. The books about various plants would be very interesting to read. Maybe they could share book lists with each other and recommend things to read. He hadn’t heard of Sherlock Holmes. He normally just read things about nature and animals. She was right though, reading more variety could teach you so much more. He loved books. They were full of information to educate you, but also a way to escape reality. They opened a whole new world to you if you cared to look.

He startled when Teacher suddenly called their names. Chickens? Well, he hadn’t done any of the other chores so he wouldn’t complain. “Yes, Teacher,” he acknowledged and followed Hristiana out to the chicken coop to start ushering the animals into their pens. He set his own book down on a bench outside the coop before he opened the gate and entered.

“Reading those different kinds of books is really cool,” he said to continue their conversation. “Not many care to read too much here except us and Theron I think. I see him reading sometimes. It’s one of the few times he’s actual quiet.” And peaceful. It was a sharp contrast to how he acted normally that it was strange when it did occur. “I like reading books about biology and animals but plants could be useful to, learn what plants can be eaten and what can help an injury and stuff like that. The world… it is full of wonders,” he said. “Sherlock Holmes sounds different but also interesting to read. Thank you for sharing with me. Maybe we can share book titles we enjoy,” he mused as chased a couple of the chickens into the coop.

Once the chickens were all safe in their homes, he dusted his hands off. “Well, I’ll talk to you later, Hristiana!” It was almost bedtime so he wanted to wash up before and sneak his book into bed so he could try and read it by the moonlight. He rushed into home and to the bathroom to clean up. He was ready and dressed for bed as he exited and saw Micah in the hall. His cheeks immediately flushed at being in front of the other so suddenly. “h-hi..” he said softly, not feeling right to just walk by him without a word. Why did Micah stall his brain like this? It was abashing!

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Her heart had lodged itself permanently in her throat. Piper’s hands shook, returning from the outdoor bath. The red head’s cheeks were flushed, her footsteps slow. She was looking down when she came across a shadow, her eyes traveling upwards to meet Theron’s. He was standing in the hallway in front of her, quick to notice that something was wrong. Piper swallowed hard, opening her mouth, then shutting it just as swiftly. Should she tell him? Piper wondered, biting down on her lip. ”One of the children is missing,” Piper admitted at last. ”We were-we’re all supposed to stay in tonight because of the bear. Nurse asked me to make sure all of the girls were accounted for, but one of us isn’t in the house.”

Somehow, he didn’t seem surprised, but still, Theron frowned. There was a girl missing? “Do you know who? A little one?” He stepped forward, concern written across his expression. Piper nodded in response, hugging herself. ”It’s Cressida.”

“Cressida?” Theron’s eyes widened slowly. He had an idea, of course, of where she had gone; to the forest to visit Miss Angel. What could he do to divert her attention? Was there anything? Piper already knew that the child was missing. “She must have gone into the forest,” he spoke quietly, unaware that there were two others a bit away, listening to their conversation.

In that same corridor, two others were conversing. One, a tall blonde, the other short with blue hair. The little one froze up when he saw the other, his cheeks flushing to give his face a soft pink hue.“H-hi…” his voice called shyly, not feeling right to just walk past the blonde without saying something. Why did that boy stall his brain like this? It was embarrassing!

Micah paused in his footsteps, an easy grin sliding onto his lips. “Oh, hey Emil. Heading up to bed?” He questioned, stepping forward. Emil nodded, unable to meet his eyes. “Yeah…” He nodded, fidgeting. “Yes, I’m heading to bed now. Are you?” He questioned, cheeks flushing once again. Oh my gosh, I’m such an idiot. Of course he’s heading up to bed! Emil looked down at his feet, the floor having become incredibly interesting.

“Yeah,” Micah laughed. “I was just heading up now-” he paused, a voice drifting a little ways down the hall to where they were standing. His easy smile fell off of his face, replaced by a frown of concern. One of the children had gone missing?

Emil tensed. He too, had heard the conversation. He broke away from Micah, stopping in front of Theron and Piper. “Alone? In the dark?”

Piper stiffened, the secret had come out. She had not realized that there were others. While it wasn’t unusual for children to sneak around at night, it was unusual for them to head to the woods. Piper hugged herself, feeling the suffocating anxiety creeping in.

“We should go look for her,” Micah spoke suddenly. “With at least three of us, a bear should be too wary to approach.” Micah of course, was not including Emil, who was too young and small to be of much help in the face of a bear.
There was another, standing in the hall, taking a bit longer than normal to head upstairs to the communal bedroom for sleep. Hristiana was clutching a book against her chest, her head pondering the texts she had just read. She paused in her footsteps, the gathering in the hall not exactly subtle. Hristana leaned back on her heels, listening for a moment.

So… the child was driven into the woods? Hristana shook her head with an unfortunate sigh. Just how long will this go on for? The girl with a scientist’s mind stepped forward, revealing herself to the group. “Make that four, I suppose. It’s one thing to investigate the woods at night. It’s another when there’s a bear involved.” Hristiana sighed once again, then smiled. “This does give me the opportunity to explore the woods at night.”

Emil wanted to pout, why were they counting him out? He could pull his own weight, he wasn’t a child. “Make that five, I’m coming too.” Emil stepped forward, his fists balled in determination. Theron began to protest immediately. “Emil you-” but Emil cut him off. “I’m going too, I’m not afraid of bears, or the dark. I do have a question though, why not just tell the angels? They’ll go after her.”

Theron shook his head, “Cressida already got into trouble once today already. I would hate for her to get scolded again, she’s had a rough day.” Theron straightened, “if we hurry, we can make it back before anyone notices.”

Emil nodded, he supposed that made sense. “Alright,” he followed Theron, who beckoned for them to fall into step behind him. “I think I know where she may have gone,” his words were confident. He only hoped they found Cressida before the other children could find Miss Angel.

Relieved that she would not have to face this alone, Piper followed behind Theron. ”I agree, we shouldn’t get the angels involved,” although Piper’s reasons were different. ”They shouldn’t have to worry themselves over this when they’re already out looking for the bear.” There was more to it, of course. Piper did not want the angels to know about her failure.

”Thank you, everyone, for helping me look for her.” Piper felt a hand on her shoulder. Micah was grinning, shaking his head as though to tell her not to worry. “It’ll be an adventure,” his hand slid off of Piper’s shoulder. He turned to face Emil, walking backwards. “Sorry for not including you before, Emil. I just thought you didn’t want to come is all,” he had not been purposely excluding the younger boy.

Outside, the crickets filled the silence. The stars winked from their position in the sky above them, as though they knew something that the children did not. Despite the darkness, the forest was anything but asleep. Rabbits skittered underfoot, chased by something much larger and more intimidating.

Out here, Hristiana’s mind felt clearer. She breathed in the evening air, which had a slight chill in it lent by the spring. Hristiana did not find the cricket song nor the owl hoot intimidating. Rather, she welcomed the challenge of navigating the old path, broken by knolled roots and age. Hristiana did not think that running into the bear was likely, but she was wary all the same.

“Question,” the blue haired girl proposed, breaking the silence. “Did anyone meet Cressida earlier today?”

Theron was the one to answer. “I was with her,” he admitted. “Earlier today, that’s why I think I know where she may have gone.” Of course, he was praying that he was wrong. “Just past the brook, but we still need to watch for bears.”

Hristiana frowned, “That does narrow our search a bit.” There was something else that was bugging her that she wanted to ask. If he was with Cressida, then did he know how the child was holding up?

Theron reached out, grabbing Emil’s sleeve to stop him from running ahead. “Slow down there tiger,” he smiled, “we need to stay together.” Emil frowned, he wasn’t a child. He puffed out his cheeks and turned away, Emil was used to sneaking around with lanterns. He was light footed and agile, the shadows were his friends.

“Theron is right,” Micah ruffled Emil’s hair. Emil blushed, growing flustered, he looked down quickly at his feet. Micah had been bringing up the rear of the group, but now he picked up the pace. “Why the brook?” The blonde questioned, it was deep in the woods, close to one of the walls. Was Theron keeping something from them? The idea did not cross Micah’s mind.

He smiled his easy smile instead, his eyes twinkling. “We shouldn’t be far from the brook now.”

Even with their reassurance, Piper was still nervous. She didn’t enjoy being in the woods after dark, where the shadows could come to life at any moment and morph into a large bear. This close to the brook, the babbling sounded like two voices conversing and it made the hairs on Piper’s neck stand on end. She looked up quickly, able to see a light through the trees. Had Cressida taken a lantern with her?

Hristiana too, looked up. She could see the light and paused in her tracks, debating what it could be. A lantern or….? An angel perhaps? If Hristiana had any other questions, she was smart enough to hold her tongue.

It was she who suddenly took the lead, turning to face them and placing a finger against her lips to indicate that their silence was needed. If there was a bear around, now was not the time to be conversing.

A certain uncomfortable disquiet fell among the group. Micah remained hypervigilant, able to hear voices through the trees. He ducked down, peering just over the brush and to the other side of the brook, into the clearing.

Framed by the light was Cressida, her white hair practically glowing. She was kneeling on the ground in front of someone, staring up at them.

An angel Micah had never seen before. Micah crept back towards the others, his voice low. “Cressida is there,” he whispered, “but it looks like one of the angels already found her. A new one, I think. I’ve never seen her around the walls.”

Theron’s heart leaped into his throat at Micah’s words. He stepped to the front of the half-circle, facing everyone. “That’s Miss Angel,” Theron admitted, scratching the back of his head. Now what should he do? “Cressida and I found her earlier today, she came from beyond the wall, injured. She asked us not to tell anyone she was here. That’s why I didn’t-” he breathed, “that’s why I didn’t tell anyone.”

It was Emil who reacted to the news first. A new angel? From beyond the wall? A million questions sprung into his mind at once. The children’s knowledge of the outside had always been limited.

Emil wanted to know more, he wanted to see the angel himself. Perhaps that was why his feet began to carry him, urging him forward, before he could realize what he was doing.

“Emil!” Theron hissed, reaching out at the same moment Piper stepped forward. “Emil, wait!” The two of them reacted in the same beat, attempting to stop him, but Emil had already slipped from their grasp. Piper paused in her steps, noticing that something was strange. If that was an angel, then where were her wings?

“H-hello!” Emil called a bit shyly, breaking into the circle. He hardly noticed the water soaking into his pants legs from the brook.

Theron rushed after him first, grabbing Emil by the shoulder. “Miss Angel, I’m so sorry!” He spoke hurriedly, bowing his head in respect. “When we noticed that Cressida was missing, we came to look for her.” Theron explained hurriedly, not wanting to anger the angel. “We didn’t tell anyone else though! Not the angels at home, they’re all out looking for a bear anyway.” His words carried a half-warning.

Cressida’s head turned when the bushes rustled with the presence of someone. She stiffened, frozen in place. One by one, they revealed themselves, the other children from the house. “Cressida!” Micah rushed forward, grabbing her by the wrist. His grip was strong, it was painful. Cressida’s reaction was volatile, she did not like being touched.

The imposter smiled calmly, warmly, attempting to emulate the real angels. Enya had been fully prepared to take Cressida hostage when she heard the movement to her left. Instead of an angel, however, a short boy with crystal blue hair emerged from the other side of the brook, stuttering in his greeting. Enya glanced at Cressida to gauge her reaction, the child stiffening and backing away.

So this was not a friend? Was it one of the children that had hurt the child then? She took an unconscious step towards the child, but two others were faster. One with red hair swept up the boy, the other, with blonde hair, latched onto the little girl.

Ah yes, Theron. The boy from earlier. Enya’s benevolent smile returned to her lips. “That is alright,” she spoke in a measured tone, “I have already encountered the others. We spoke briefly and agreed that I will depart tomorrow, early in the morning.”

In an unexpected turn of events, Cressida broke free from Micah. “No!” She cried, rushing forward. The child tripped, tumbling before stopping at Enya’s feet. “No,” she curled up, clutching at the hem of Enya’s pants. “I-I want to go with you!”

Hristiana’s interest had been piqued. She stepped into the circle of light, having been passively observing up until now. There were a few things Hristiana made mental notes of, such as the odd clothing that the angel wore, and the lack of wings on her back despite the vibrant halo above her head.

An angel from beyond the walls.

Hristiana had many questions, but very few answers. Why does she appear so frightened? Wondering about the minds of angels was often useless, since they usually only had one thought in their heads and that was to fulfill their purpose.

“Forgive us for startling you,” Hristiana knelt down to help Cressida up, but the child only shook on the ground, ignoring the offered hand. Hristiana was acutely aware that the angel was watching her. “When we heard Cressida was missing, we decided to take on the job of locating her.” She looked back down at Cressida, her voice lowering an octave.

She was aware that the child was more like a skittish rabbit. “You know, Teacher and Nurse would turn the woods inside out to look for you,” those two were oddly protective over the little mouse. “Hmm, I have never been good at convincing people.” Hristiana rose, shaking her head.

“Piper, it would appear that Cressida does not want to go back willingly.” Hristiana shook her head, “we will get into all sorts of trouble if we try to explain that Cressida went off with an angel in the woods. We’ll get into even more trouble if the angels notice five, no, scratch that, six children missing.”

The girl sighed, “what a predicament.” Despite her words, Hristiana wore a clever smile.

Emil watched the scene unfold, curious. Why did Cressida plead to the angel with such desperation? He could partly understand Cressida’s desire to escape. He had never spoken with the girl, well, not much anyway. While Emil did not know what Cressida was running from, he did know that he too, wanted to leave these walls.
If the angel was willing to take Cressida, then was she willing to take him too? “I guess…” he trailed off in thought. “I guess we could get in trouble, but she’s an angel. If an angel is escorting us, it should be okay?” Emil looked back at the stranger. “If you’re going beyond the wall,” he turned to face her fully, fists balled with new resolve. “Then can I come too?”

“I-I’d like to go too,” a soft voice spoke from the back of the clearing. Piper stepped into the light, her hands clutched against her chest. While Cressida loved this sanctuary, she could feel nothing but a continually mounting pressure. The child was not sure how much more of it she could take until she broke.

In her mind, the only right answer was to leave before the burden became too heavy.

This, of course, was not something Micah understood. They had a good, peaceful life here. The angels took care of them, they were never hungry or cold. They were clothed and bathed. Something in his stomach gnawed at him though. The idea of something more. It was dangerous, it was greedy. His jaw remained set, however. He did not dare voice this desire.

Theron wasn’t sure what to say. Why did they all suddenly voice a desire to leave? Was this not the only home they had ever known? Still, it would be wrong to say that the thought was not tempting, but it scared him.

Admittedly, Enya did not know much about humans or their nature. She looked down at the child on the ground, begging to be released from her gilded cage. They were all like canaries, these children, forced to sing until the coal mine turned to poison and they rotted from the inside out.

Fragile, weak, but with the uncontained desire to be free of their chains.

Enya shifted her weight from one foot to the other. What would Enya do with a lot of humans? An idea crept into the far reaches of her mind. She could bring them to the King. Her brother was the curious sort, a benevolent king. If Enya returned to the court with humans as gifts, her brother would forgive her temporary absence.

Enya knelt down, smiling. These creatures were so easily fooled. “Alright,” she reached beneath Cressida’s shoulders, placing the child back on her feet. “If you truly want to leave this place, then I will take you with me.”

All at once, the clearing exploded with voices. “The unexplored wonders of the outside,” Hristiana’s eyes glittered. They didn’t have any food, Emil realized. “I can go back and sneak some stuff from the kitchen, I’m really good at getting around without getting caught.” Piper clasped her hands together tightly, wondering what she had just agreed to. “I-I can get blankets,” she offered, suddenly meek. “The ocean, just think of that far blue expanse-is it really as salty as the books say?” Hristiana’s words were practically dripping with desire. “The more the merrier, right? That’s what they used to say,” she fished through the pockets of her white dress for a pencil and paper.

Theron stood a bit behind them, dumbfounded. Everyone else wanted to go, so why did he hesitate? Theron swallowed hard. Going over the wall meant disobeying the angels, but even worse than that; the danger that lay beyond it. The walls were built to keep them safe. Beyond it… beyond it could be unexplored glories and open fields framed with trees taller and older than they could count.

Something warned Theron not to do it, to go back to the communal boy’s room and pretend that this was all just a dream. How could he do that, however, knowing that Piper, Emil, Hristiana, and Cressida were going to leave? “If you’re all going then-” he couldn’t let them go alone. Theron swallowed hard, strengthening his resolve. ]“If you’re all going then I’m coming too,” he smiled. “We’ll have an adventure together. That is, if Miss Angel doesn’t mind.”

“Children, children,” Enya remained polite, but she was growing irate by their impatience. “We will leave tomorrow, at noon.” She decided, “this will give you all time to prepare and deliberate on your choice.” It would also afford Enya a few more hours of sleep. “Anyone who wishes to come, will meet here. If you want to remain here, I understand. Please remember to keep this a secret.”

Hristiana was hungry just thinking about sneaking into the kitchen. She shook her head, kneeling down to offer a hand to Cressida. “I know you are the most eager of us all to leave, but for now, how about we return to the dorms together?” She smiled, trying to emulate kindness and warmth.

“I have some interesting books we can read together? I know I am not the most socially adept, but I do know books.” Cressida stepped back, a textbook reaction from the child, who had trouble trusting others. Hristiana straightened, “How about you Piper? A little hang around until we all fall asleep? You were the most worried, after all.”

Piper’s shoulders relaxed a bit, she managed to smile. “Yeah, that sounds great. Thanks Hristiana.”

Cressida remained rooted to the spot, she glanced up at Miss Angel, anxious. Miss Angel smiled down at her, as though to tell Cressida not to worry. “Come on you,” Micah lifted her suddenly, Cressida going limp, like a rag doll. “We can’t return empty handed.” The only reason they had come into these woods was to bring Cressida back.

Theron inwardly sighed, nervous, but concealing it with a smile. He had always dreamed about going beyond the walls, so why was he suddenly terrified at the idea of leaving? “We should pack like we’re going to have a picnic at the ruins. That way the other angels won’t suspect a thing,” he turned back to Miss Angel. “Thank you, Miss Angel. We really appreciate you doing this for us.”

Emil was practically vibrating with excitement. He doubted he would even be able to close his eyes tonight. “Yes! Thank you!” Emil practically sang. “Come on everyone, the quicker we get to bed, the faster tomorrow will come!” Theron grasped his shoulder, forcing him to slow down. “Whoa there, we don’t need you lost in the forest. There’s still that bear out there, after all. We go together.”

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New Morning, New Beginning

The gentle gaze of the sun hovers over her eyelids once more... Ah... Morning already? Looks like their little escapades yesterday had not only eaten some time away that night, but their little hang out had also lasted longer then anticipated. This was fine, no harm was done staying awake a little longer.

Ah, but sleep, sun and her normal routine did not quite matter today. Today was the day to explore the outside with the angel. Even though the other angels forbid leaving the garden they were given the opportunity to explore outside. And as someone who loved to explore new things she could not pass up an event such as this. As such she was ready for a day that was unlike most days. With a small yawn Hristiana's eyes fluttered open as her eyes gazed around.

Looks like she was the first one to wake up, oh Piper. Cressida. The others. Ah, Piper certainly needed her rest today...After what happened yesterday she definitely needed to rest up. And Cressida, perhaps she came on too strongly when trying to talk to her...She was never the best at talking to people unlike Piper who was naturally capable...With a soft sigh she picked up her home journal and began to write inside it.

Date...Still unknown...Entry 17,652

I am thankful we have so many notebooks. Writing all my thoughts onto paper does help sort my thoughts which also keeps my discovery journal neat and tidy. Yesterday we met a wingless angel in the woods at night looking for Cressida. I share the belief the less polite kids were picking on her like usual hidden from the eyes of both the angels and the good kids due to her timid nature to avoid groups and people in general. Due to this she probably ran away during the night when everyone was busy eating and doing their chores. Because of this the motherly Piper was the first one to notice Cressida was missing and was prepared to search the woods at night for her...Even with a bear at large

However me and a few other of the children decided to tag along with her to ensure we stayed safe...And my own personal satisfaction to explore the woods at night to see any new wonders I could have found in the night. There we found Cressida about to leave with an angel without wings.

How peculiar she was, I think she could have been similar to Wolf who keeps hidden and does things under G...The Maker as I prefer to write and say as I cannot understand the words or the words the angels use to say their name...But for some strange reason I found her off as I never saw her around at all. Nor heard of her from other angels. Maybe she is really special? But she promised to take us past the walls to go outside.

Me and the other kids are eager to go today, Mayhaps I can bring back a good detailed essay about the things I found. Who know what new things we can find past the walls."

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And with one final flick of her pen Hristiana would close her book and placed it under her bed. Her special hiding place, toss a white dress on it and her secret journal's were safe from anyone mean enough to take a peek inside. Ah...But what shall she start the day off with? A good question. A shower and some coffee and toast would be a good idea.

With a small nod she got off her bed and decided to start her day right.

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"Hey, look over there!" Someone pointed towards the sky. An object hurtled towards the earth, streaking across the upper atmosphere in a great blaze that looked like sunset had come far too early. From somewhere beyond them, they could hear a crash, the sound reverberating in her rib cage.

The ground beneath them began to open up, swallowing entire buildings in its jaw, the sound of terrible screams echoing in her ears like a banshee's scream.

Her Mother's hand slipped from her own, her Mother falling to her knees with hands clasped above her head. The child looked at her feet, where blood ran red against the chalky gray sidewalk.

"I don't want to die," she whispered before being crushed.



Cressida bolted upright in bed, grasping at her chest. She looked around the room, frantic and disoriented, before recalling where she was. These nightmares came in various shades of terror every night, vicariously living the death of some other child, some millennia ago. Sometimes it was via drowning and large wave would come and swallow her whole, it was why Cressida was afraid of the lake.

Other times it was being crushed by a toppling skyscraper, or the earth opening up beneath her feet. None of it was real, but the pain she felt dying was. The child lay back down, curling up on her side, the blanket having been kicked off of the bed from her tossing and turning. There were bags beneath her eyes, standing out against her pale skin.

Maybe once she left this place, the nightmares would not follow.

Mustering up her courage, Cressida rose slowly. Outside, a morning drizzle had rolled in, watering the glass castle these children lived in.

Her feet touched the floor, the wood cold against her bare toes. Cressida shuffled to the bathroom, the house still quiet. She walked through the doorway, stiffening when she realized someone else was in there.

"Oh, good morning." Mavise smiled, her cheeks tinged pink from having spent the night with a fever. Cressida took a step back, uncertain. "Your hair is in knots. Come here, let me fix it." Mavise reached forward, taking Cressida by the wrist and leading her to a seat. Cressida looked at her feet, stiff with anxiety. "Don't worry, I'll try to be gentle." Mavise promised. Cressida nodded silently.

"Your hair is getting pretty long," Mavise commented after a minute of brushing. "Do you want me to cut it?"

"N-no," Cressida stuttered nervously, wondering if Mavise would cut it anyway. "Alright," she pulled Cressida's hair back, tying it up into two pigtails on either side of her head. "There, look how cute you are now that everyone can see your face." Mavise smiled, pushing one of the hand-held mirrors into Cressida's hands so that she could see her reflection.

Cute? No, Cressida was not cute. She stared at herself, her eyes blank, her skin pale. "You have such nice skin, like porcelain. Ah, I'm so jealous," Mavise smiled, stroking one of Cressida's cheeks. Cressida rose suddenly, stepping back. "What's wrong? Don't you like it?" Mavise asked, confused.

Cressida backed towards the wall, uncertain what to do. Seeing herself, her reflection, it always made her head feel fuzzy. "Th-thank you," she whispered, pushing past Mavise to walk away quickly. Her throat felt dry, Cressida swallowed hard. She needed to get ready to go, but what should Cressida bring?

She didn't own anything, not really. Her one belonging, her precious stuffed toy, had been torn yesterday. She could pack another white dress, but where would Cressida put it?

"Hey, move!"

Cressida's head snapped up a moment too late. A hand tapped her back, pushing her forward. She had not realized that she was standing at the top of the staircase, blocking the steps. Malek shoved her, the girl losing her footing and slipping down the steps. She grabbed onto the banister, biting down on her tongue to keep from crying out in pain. Cressida's ankle twisted beneath her and her knees had bruised, but she was not bleeding, thankfully.

The child looked back up the steps, where Malek was still standing. He walked past her without a second glance, joining Ashera, who was already downstairs.

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"To know is to find, to find you work, as a seeker of facts I will work."

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"Don't awaken galaxies in someone if you aren't ready to see the stars."

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Laughter is the best medicine.

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Micah

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Piper

A piper sings a song to gather and lead the others.

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Emil

Nature has a lot of duality, doesn't it?

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Cressida

"Don't awaken galaxies in someone if you aren't ready to see the stars."

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"The world will weep when I am done painting it red."

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Dionysus

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words

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Hristiana

"To know is to find, to find you work, as a seeker of facts I will work."

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Zael

"Unlock the past, control the future."

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Piper

A piper sings a song to gather and lead the others.

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Zael

"Unlock the past, control the future."

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Micah

WIP

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Aurelius

words

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Dionysus

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Cressida

"Don't awaken galaxies in someone if you aren't ready to see the stars."

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Hristiana

"To know is to find, to find you work, as a seeker of facts I will work."

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Enya

"The world will weep when I am done painting it red."

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Emil

Nature has a lot of duality, doesn't it?

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Theron

Laughter is the best medicine.


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Please use this template for the character creation! If you have your own, that's fine too, but this one has the info that'll be essential to this RP!

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[center][u]Overall Appearance:[/u]
[justify][font=arial]Answer, you can explain how your character dresses here as well. [/justify][/font][/center]
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[color=#Color]Likes[/color]
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[b]Like 3 // [/b]EXPLANATION[/font]

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[color=#Color]Dislikes [/color]
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[color=#Color]Strengths[/color]
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[font=arial][color=#Color]Weaknesses
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[b]Weakness 2[/b] EXPLANATION
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[center]{[color=#Color][size=120][b]Place of Origin :[/b][/size][/color]}
[font=arial]If you're a human, your origin is The Garden. No exceptions. If you're a demon or an angel, you can choose somewhere else.

{[color=#Color][size=120][u] Background : [/u][/size][/color]}
A bit about your creation. If you need an example, please see the Discord.

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Anything else you may want to say about your character goes here, otherwise, you can delete or leave this blank. [/font][/center]

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