M o o n l i g h t A r c h A n g e l ' s S t o r y
Heaven and Hell
Note: This story contains the on goings of two chat rooms from Mediadriven.com and has no basis on reality. This story is in no way meant to offend anybody or his or her beliefs but is merely a reflection of heaven and hell irc from a certain person's perspective. I'd like to thank the respective founders of heaven and hell FrostyArchAngel (Heavens owner Frosty has recently left IRC and I am now founder of heaven?thanks Frosty for dropping that one on me...) and Darksakabatsu (Hells owner. All following details are based on real people or at least the character that they have chosen for themselves and may have no reflection on real life. Thank you and enjoy the story.
Chapter 1 - Beginnings and Endings
She was the average female, nothing special, as others her age she was outgoing and social and enjoyed life to the full, she had a lot to live for, it was not long since she had started college and seemed to love the atmosphere that seemed to engulf her every time she entered through the automatic doors. Little did she know that something was about to happen, something so drastic that it would change her whole life. Ali had gone out that night to celebrate a friends birthday, and had been doing what any 17-year-old teenager is known for and is viewed as doing best, drinking. They hadn't even had that many drinks, just a few each, barely enough to get them tipsy when they set of back to their respective homes each of them walking with someone who lived near to them to remain in numbers to ensure a little more safety on the dangerous streets of their home town. This particular night Ali had Dave for company, he was her next door neighbour and they had known each virtually the whole of their lives, their mums and dads had been friends for as long as anyone dared to remember and so it followed that Ali and Dave had also become friends. They walked through the dark, cold streets dodging the odd drunken brawler here and there and discussing life and college and general adolescent banter, nothing of particular importance. They turned the corner onto Watson road and started to cross when out of nowhere a silver car spun full of inebriated lads they didn't even see her on the road, and they didn't even stop after they hit her, they just carried on driving into the night. Ali had flown up and over the car at impact spinning mid air to a vary resonance of cracks and muffled groans and was now laid crumpled on the road far from her starting position. Dave looked towards at Ali lying on the cold tarmac and swore under his breath a number of inane muttering crossing his lips, he pulled out his mobile phone the green light of the screen glowing iridescently in the dim light as he fumbled and finally managed to dial 999 asked for an ambulance then gently dragged Ali onto the pavement and sat on the curb with his elbows resting on his knees and his head on his hands with his eyes facing down onto his palms. He dejectedly sat shivering spasmodically awaiting the ambulance and unable to stop himself his mind whirred tired and fuzzy asking the unanswerable, why did it have to happen it questioned, why hadn't he heard them coming and dragged Ali back from the road, why had they even gone this way? Dave's mind raced with questions and alternate options to how he could have predicted and stopped the accident what he could have done so much differently which wouldn't have resulted in the scene that his eyes were forced witnesses to. He knew this would haunt him for as long as he drew breath, nightmares, visions, this infernal self-questioning? and what if she died? His body shuddered slightly as a few lights in adjacent houses flickered on nosy inhabitants peering our from behind guarded unknowing net curtains and excitedly calling their kin to view the grisly scene pointing accusing and eager fingers towards the darkened figures, one laid across the pavement a black pool of blood lapping around her the road surface gritting into her skin and the blood, the other figure sat protectively over the injured one. Lovers tiff? Murder? They didn't know but they grew more frantically interested as the soft drifts of a siren caught their prying ears and an ambulance drew into view. Of course this incident would be mulled over, and chewed on, the general source of gossip for the residents of Watson road for the next month or so. Vultures. As Dave continued to ponder the ambulance raced up and two paramedics leapt out, they questioned Dave and put Ali on a stretcher and helped him into the ambulance with her, that's when it occurred to Dave what was he going to tell Ali's parents, they had expected him to take care of her, and he'd let their daughter get tipsy and get mowed down by some jerks in a silver BMW. It was approaching 3am in the morning when Ali's parents arrived at the hospital. Dave was sat in a private waiting room wrapped up in a red blanket as if trying to hide from the expected accusative glares and questions. He was slowly sipping a hot chocolate when Ali's parents walked in, both wore the same worried expression and pale face, they both hugged Dave trying to make him feel somewhat better and also to comfort themselves, they told him everything would be ok and that it wasn't his fault, this didn't make Dave feel any better but at least they weren't angry. Over the next few days all of Ali's friend came and sat by her hospital bed, they read her the news, poetry and played her favourite music, they even joked to her and told her the gossip from college. Her parents kept a constant tiring visual over their daughter day and night praying she wasn't brain dead (something they had always prayed for as a joke but now it was serious.) However some other omnipotent force had designs on Ali and a week after the accident had happened she was pronounced dead. Ever heard the saying death is where life begins? Well in this case it seems true.
Chapter 2 - Moonlight arrives in heaven
Ali landed rather uncomfortably on her behind in a place that she did not recognise nor had visited previously, a superficial and hasty scan around the vicinity provided her with the description of where she was situated, she sat in a long white pristine corridor at measured equal distances a door was situated, emblazoned on the whitened doorframe a gold number was placed at perpendicular precision to inform the inhabitants of what was behind the door, each door had a golden carved handle with a pair of wings and a halo engraved intricately into the metalwork, the door directly to her right displayed the number 88 and the door a little forward and to her left seemed to be designated as number 89. The place seemed to surge with an aura of holiness and purity, was this Ali wondered?heaven? She picked up upon a quiet noise softly emanating from before her and looked down to see a pair of sandaled feet then slowly her eyes moved up taking in the armour sweeping in delicate movements to travel the curves of the darkened blue tempered steel, the next appendage that caught her eyes attention were the delicate white feathers brushing his chest which easily lead her eyes to follow their curve to a pair of wings folded back but draped around him, impressive and large in span yet seeming to be in proportion to his body and finally her eyes trailed over his face and up to the halo of the male stood in front of her, she shook apprehensively, not chilled but rather feeling a warmth that she couldn't distinguish. Thoughts filled her head, who was this person, what did her want with her and why did he have wings? Her thoughts where broken swiftly and scattered rather as the snow falls as the angel spoke, the sound of honeysuckle dripping easily, depth in his voice of unspeakable kindness, yet a low purr vibrating under his voices tone, dark yet careful, she felt at ease the moment her spoke. "Hello Moonlight we have been expecting you, you're a little over due but I guess better late than never, I must introduce myself, I am FrostyArchAngel but you can call me Frosty." Ali looked up to see if he was joking but above his softly smiling mouth his eyes were intense and held a deadly seriousness in their icy blue depths. She then looked about, who was Moonlight? She soon realised he was addressing her; she must be the person he has referred to this?Moonlight. Frosty put his hand out to her and as she took it h curved his spine slightly his muscle contracting against the armour lacing down his arm as he helped her to her feet. "Nice wings" he commented. She let a soft gasp of surprise pass her lips as she felt a pulling heaviness along her spine that made her feel almost deformed as she had never before felt such pressure exerted onto her back. Her wings chose this moment to introduce themselves to her and spread elegantly flexing, if she had been thinking at all she would have noticed their large in proportion to her body span before they folded around her, her wings were pure white in colour and soft in texture, each feather overlapping the next with military neatness and had the moon filtered through into heavens corridors she would have noticed her wings glimmered with silvery flecks in the moonlight making them unique amongst angels. Moonlight however didn't seem to notice their beauty and as the engulfed her a terrified screamed welled up her throat piercing into the air with a squeaky note jarring Frosty's ears. Their movements which she as of yet couldn't control scared her, she wasn't sure how she had come to be here or what she would be entitled to do, as of yet this was as mysterious as the pair of wings she had seemed to inherit. She glanced downwards and noticed the white blouse tousled hanging loosely over her, looking further down she noticed silver threads leading to a silver hoop a silver feather glinting along it's edges in the dimmed light of the corridor, she reached up and traced the silver thread up to a white cloak the soft fabric running enticingly through her fingers. She brought her hand before her face and examined the lacy frill of her wrist collar then raised her hand and felt the cravat below her polo necked collar to her blouse the amethyst broach fasting her collar cool and smooth beneath her fingers. Further down a pair of well-cut black trousers covered her legs and completed the outfit. She realised she was wearing totally different clothes to what she had been wearing when she assumed she had died. She didn't remember her death just the memory of walking with Dave down Watson road forced its way into her minds eye, and then blank. Frosty looked towards her concerned knowing what she was crossing her mind, slowly he walked towards her and placed his hand to her forehead, she felt a soft vibration then was forced to close her eyes by the ensuing flash of blinding white light produced it seemed by Frosty's hand, a warm tingling crossed through her as she became less tense and more relaxed, suddenly Moonlight's past lives memories had been erased by the mysterious powers Frosty happened to possess but she had other memories emerging from the mists of her mind, memories of other things, her?angel life. Images seeped into her mind, two distinct memories being stronger and more potent than the clutter of information pressing into her, images of two males, both with raven gloss feathery wings, the plumage dark enough to make a raven weep in envy and horns protruding from their heads and forked tails swishing behind them, she recognised them as her brothers, yet in her past life she didn't possess and siblings. Moonlight received information pertaining to the fact she also was an Arch Angel, and possessed many unexplainable strange powers and sensations, wings, a halo much as Frosty's yet of silver tint not the golden hoop that levitated above his sandy blonde locks. She also became aware that she was Arch Angel number 88 and her room was therefore also number 88. Frosty took his hand from her forehead and looked into her eyes "you ok Moonlight? You should rest up in your room." Slowly she nodded and turned to on her heel her cloak sweeping in a soft arc behind as she approached her room but as she put her hand onto the cool metal of the handle she felt a warm hand on her shoulder and she looked round to see him looking into her eyes once more, icy blue penetrating a mingle of green and blue "one more thing Moonlight, be careful you don't have a sword yet you need to stay out of trouble for a bit ok? At least until you find the way around and discover some of your powers." She nodded slightly scared and in awe of Frosty and walked into her room. Her room was spacious and comfortable contained within was a bed, covering it a deep purple velvet cover, in the right corner a small symbol in silver twine protruded embroidered into the pile of the fabric, her symbol she assumed. Across from the bed through a small arch a small sitting room with a comfortable deep couch was situated, the couch itself was made of a fine rich material as dark as the nights sky, covered by a small white veil and two elegant decorative cushions easing along the arm sides. A small fire crackled before the couch, a dark wood bookcase adjacent to the couch contained some old writhen books, seemingly untouched for centauries, and millennia's old. Through another door a small bathroom came into view, a large tub sunken into the floor dominated the main part of the floor, only a small white lip peeked above the stone floor. In the corner a small toilet stood and in the other corner a small basin took presidency. Moonlight sat down slowly on the couch her heightened senses picking up the quiet sound of the material adjusting to her weight as she sat. She leant her head against the armrest relaxing into the luxury the couch was affording her. Somehow managed to fold her wing back onto her back and leant upon the feathery appendages then her glance was attracted to a mirror, she stood and walked to the mirror and looked in it her reflection coming into view. A soft gasp crept upon her as she examined what looked back, she looked the same as she had remembered before her long silken brown hair falling in waves around her waist as it always had, her trademark green blue eyes still intact, in fact the only difference was that now she had large white wings and a what she assumed was a halo. Hesitantly she placed her hand up wonderingly towards the halo and suddenly she felt warmth in her hand, which had the texture of metal but not the definite form it had, as it was pure energy. The silver strands swelled around her hand then laced over it running both under her palm and over her knuckles as the energy grew and changed with the contact. She closed her hand around the halo more firmly and brought it down into her field of vision looking at it wondrously, she opened her hand and to her shock and surprise the halo moved at speed only a blur of silver indicating its position as it whizzed upwards and floated above her head once more. She crossed the room and lied down on her bed motioning her hands and pulling the heavy, warm and comforting cover over her and looked towards ceiling through the fine veil covering the top of her bed posts and draping in soft flows around the sides of her bed shielding it from exposure without parting the drapes to see within. This had been the first day in heaven, it had been short but in her opinion eventful and now unbelievably tired Moonlight closed her eyes and drifted into a deep dreamless sleep.
Chapter 3 - The training begins
Moonlight was woken the next morning by a gentle tapping on her door, the light filtered in through the misted window, little ribbons of light seeking and searching into her eyes, she rubbed her eyes almost painfully courser skin crossing silk trying to absence the sleep lying around her blue green orbs. She realised with almost shuddering certainty that she was still in the room of the previous night and indeed it had not been a figment of her imagination or an image conjured by sleep. She stood slowly her muscles contracting as if getting used to having physical form once more. Involuntarily her wings stretched around her flexing a slight ruffle of air being created by the symmetrical sleek appendages, which seemed to have taken on a life of their own. Moonlight opened the door to another angel, this one wasn't Frosty indeed the two looked nothing alike though he also was male and well proportioned in his physic and beneath his thin almost translucent white shirt it was easy to trace the curves of his muscles and bodyline, he was quite impressive to say the least but he wasn't too muscular, more sinew and compact. "Hello Moonlight" he introduced himself "I'm VKArchAngel, I'm second in command of heaven and Frosty has asked me to teach you everything you need to know." Thought Moonlight wasn't sure what he was to teach her she knew she had to inherently trust him, for after all angels were trustable where they not? He motioned to her beckoning slightly for her to follow and she complied gracefully sweeping down the corridor after him her white cloak arching and playing behind her with the movement her steps were creating. He lead her down the white corridors characteristic to their surrounding or so it seemed twisting and turning down well worn paths as if a rabbit warren, eventually he seemed to come to a halt in a large open room at the far end a counter was situated, dark wood in character, carvings etched into the wood work by some blade or another depicting angels and holy inscriptions. The room was filled with tables and chairs, each capable of holding 10 people or rather angels, the tables obviously the wood of the counter, the legs of the tables, four in total were sculpted angels, holding up the top their wings spread wide to touch tip to tip with its neighbour, the chairs were again of the same wood but more simple than either counter or table, simple in construction, sat carefully and precisely in neat rows upon the cold grey stone floor, quite rough under barefoot so it could be assumed it was sandstone. The room was deserted. "Welcome to heaven's canteen" said VK smiling gently his deep blue eyes creeping over Moonlight's face watching her reactions carefully. "All the other Arch Angels have already been down and had breakfast so I thought it would be a good idea to let you have a lie in and also come to the canteen when its quiet, what do you fancy?" She looked at him quite confused her eyes darting back and forth no menu in sight, in the end she almost stuttered, "umm a cup of peppermint tea to calm my nerves would be nice and err some toast?" He smiled again, more subtly then walked to the counter with less graceful ease than Moonlight was able to manage but still a good deal of grace in is footsteps his dark cloak lapping at his heels as he stood by the counter, no sooner had he ordered a full breakfast some toast and a cup of peppermint tea appeared on a tray. He carefully plucked the silver tray from the counter top his fingers brushing the wood momentarily then walked to the nearest table and motioned for Moonlight to come and sit down next to him. She complied sliding the chair out with a small scraping sound shattering the eyrie quiet of the room, the sound echoing from the walls. She nervously slipped her index finger through the cup's metallic handle, a silver dragon arched from the bowl of the cup being the handles feature. She took the cup into her hand cradling the convex side in her palm, slowly she raised it to her lips and rested it upon her lower lip curving to fit the cup as not to drop liquid contained within. She tilted it upwards allowing some hot sweet tea to enter her mouth and over take her sense of taste the mint nipping gently to provide a welcome familiar taste. VK ate his breakfast noisily with no table etiquette at all. He slurped his tea raucously and crunched his toast scattering crumbs everywhere, not pausing to close his mouth as Moonlight was given a full view of the snarled up eggs and bacon twisting together in his mouth as he started his main course. Shuddering slightly and barely managing to hide her distain Moonlight wondered how skilled this angel could be if he wasn't even skilled enough to even eat his breakfast properly. Though she was much to hasty to judge him as he though messy in his table manners was skilled in the techniques he taught and qualified to train her and although arrogant at most times and over confident above his skill level he could make a good teacher. VK finished his breakfast and wiped his mouth hastily with the tablecloth the woven intricate white silk being stained by the contents of his mouth. He looked at the horrified looking angel sat across from him that was daintily nibbling her toast. He stood and motioned to her impatiently "come on finish up and we will go to the training room." Horror still abhorrent in her eyes she hastily sipped down the rest of the tea stood up and followed him blindly down the corridors towards the designated training room. VK pushed open a large wooden door and entered what to Moonlight looked like a torture chamber; he entered and motioned for her to follow him. Cautiously she stepped through the door her sense of smell first intoxicated with the pungent smell of death and fear, her eyes widen the pupils dilating to capture the dim light in the room as she took in all the weapons hung around the walls, her eyes resting on what looked like a steel razor situated at the far end of the room fixed to the stone wall by a simple upwards curving pieces of metal, the blade curved itself into a sweeping wave shape two holes in the rounded side indicating handles, this was positions with easy reaching distance over a pair of shackles attached to the wall with strong chains, black metal for binding an unfortunate soul. Next her eyes travelled over the bodies strewn carelessly over the floor their hair matted and congealed with blood, wing lax and overlaying one another, their eyes seeming to speak the petrified glassy or closed from the fear that slunk like a lone wolf around the room. Next she alighted the targets placed at random placed around the wall above the level of the weapons, some scorched at the centre by some means or the other, some perforated with the blades of various swords or the neat holes made by arrows. They reached up in the cathedral spire shape the room seemed to have, round at the base and spiralling up to a point. Her eyes drew towards the rooms light source dozens of white wax candles held to the wall by steel carved creatures wrapped around the base of the candle, the light flickering slightly as flames danced. Near to where she stood wooden shelves burst from the wall a massive library full of books taking up space the covers mostly of earthen colours or black, each covered with a season of dust a musty smell lingering in that area. Laced within the weaponry pieces of amour for various bodily parts glinted in the faint light, each either unclaimed or from a slain angel. VK's eyes followed her eyes and he hastily kicked a more mangled body behind a low hanging shelf so her eyes wouldn't meet it, at this point she fainted?dropping to the floor with a soft motion dust kicking up as she landed on the soft feathers of her own wings. VK mused to himself ~*~ she cant even stand the sight of dead bodies how am I ever going to convince her to stab her sword through the heart of another living breathing individual and feel the hot blood trickle down the sword, this is going to be harder than first expected. ~*~ In his boredom he curled his hand around his blades hilt and moved swiftly becoming almost blurring until two of him self emerged, swiftly her ripped his sword from its sheath and started attacking his clone. At this point opened her eyes slowly revealed themselves from beneath their sheaths and saw the two VKs fighting, she rubbed her eyes for the second time in a day and assumed she was either dreaming or she had been on a heavy night out with too much vodka and had double vision. He looked round and saw her sitting up gingerly and taking in the scene before her. Deftly he lunged forth bringing his blade beneath the matching weapon of the other slipping it between his ribs and into his heart puncturing the chambers, the clone fell swiftly to the floor dead more dust kicking up as it hit the stone with a whisper of wind. "Morning Sunshine" was his first comment as she shakily stood up and looked at the dead VK on the floor then at the standing VK that had addressed her and gasped slightly, how could he be in two places at once she wondered. VK smiled kindly at her as the clone faded and was absorbed back into himself with a strong tug of wind and an azure light emitting from the disappearing point where the translucent image had moved into his body. "No worries" he said trying to ease the fear he could feel mounting her, "I'm going to teach you how to uses those wonderful wings of yours today." And with that he walked behind her and gently moved his hands onto her wings seeking his fingers through the feathers to find the wings tips, once found he swept his hands to either side holding the tips firmly her wings fanning out before he stretched his arms out to full span and spread her wings. "Ok Moonlight I want you to push against my hands." He gently folded her wings back to their previous position tucked to her spine and held them to her back. She frowned slightly and concentrated trying to push against his soft pressure but still nothing happened, her wings just didn't want to seem to listen to her. "Think of them as an extension of yourself Moonlight, because that's what they are, you have full control over them you just don't know it yet" coaxed VK gently trying to encourage her and take her mind from their surroundings. She was beginning to be annoyed by her wings; all they had been as of yet was a burden weighing down her back, no use what so ever. Standing behind her he glanced at the soft feathers his hands were brushing then smiled almost evilly as he honed in on his energy and sent a little shockwave through his palms into her wings, enough to sting her but not hurt so much. Moonlight jumped suddenly and winced, her wings were extremely sensitive, but suddenly felt the weight on her back turn into something else; she could actually feel where his hands were situated and feel the warmth of they were radiating. Moonlight concentrated again and tensed the muscles along her spine trying to move the wings, but soon she realised she'd have to use the muscles in her wings instead as her spinal muscles were beginning to ache and yet her wings hadn't even twitched. Closing her eyes she focussed on her wings and slowly tried to spread them "that's my girl" he remarked as he felt a gentle pressure rising up from her wings and starting to push against his hands "now try to push my hands away and spread your wings." Her eyes closed tighter in deep concentration little folds appearing around them as the lids of her eyes squeezed against one another. She pushed her wings unwillingly upwards and outwards. VK was knocked back by the speed and force that Moonlight had had to use to spread her wings, but still he was smiling "congratulations Moonlight, you now have wings. Now I'm going to teach you how to fly." VK spread his own large wings with ease and gently tilted them downwards and swept them at the floor a plume of dust filtering into the air as he rose majestically into the air like a bird of prey. Imitating him she flapped her spread wings slowly at the floor looking rather more like a ostrich than a falcon but remained where she was stood, perhaps the angle of her wings was incorrect but from his lofty position her just commanded her "come on Moonlight flap faster and harder." She growled inaudibly to herself. She had only just learnt how to open her wings and yet he seemed to want her to be a flying whiz already. Forcing her unused wings to move faster she shot up into the air clumsily and swerved dangerously to the left then to the right before finally crashing into a wall and bouncing off it, ending up on the floor in a bundle of bent dusty feathers, white cloak and mortal warmth. Softly her sighed as he looked upon her as she lay crumpled on the floor, how could this be the Angel that Heaven had been waiting for with baited breath, this couldn't be the same angel that has been prophesised as becoming one of heavens great angels like Frosty and himself, she was just too?well helpless and hapless. No wonder Frosty had wanted to keep Moonlight hidden from all the other Arch Angels, they all had such high hopes and because of the promises that Frosty had made it was then he realised and knew that the angels would loose faith in all in which they believed and came to trust if they saw her like he saw her now, fragile, broken, bound by her own wings lying on vulnerable on the cold stone floor. For months Frosty had been promising the Arch Angels a new leader, this one female, after the death of the old right wing leader KaliostroArchAngel by the hands of AnarchyArchDevil. A huge fight had ensued between the two as they had met upon the earth sphere, Kaliostro tending to a village fire that the devil had likely started. Kaliostro had finally dropped to his knees and begged Anarchy not to kill him, this had demoralised the Angels further, Frosty had a firm opinion that emotions should not be displayed, and Kaliostro's begging and pleading had set much shock amongst the Angels, there was whispers amongst the ranks that Kaliostro had betrayed Frosty and joined the dark side, others merely claimed Kaliostro was weak and had squirmed before the devil before his eventual demise when Anarchy had slowly slit his throat enjoying the moment until Frosty appeared on the scene too late to save Kaliostro it was also common rumour that Frosty had intentionally not gone to his aide and had allowed Kaliostro to be slaughtered, this spread fear amongst the Angels. Why would the leader they all had trusted betray them so and leave one of his finest angels to his untimely death? He had been as all of heavens leader where at the time, male and well respected amongst the angels, yet he was left to die. The right wings morale had dropped. Increasing numbers of Angels on the right wing had fallen into depression and stopped training, but since Frosty's promises of a new right wing leader who was exceptionally talented, fair minded and pure of heart, and also female the spirits of most Angels had been lifted, just a few remained despondent, including one angel who spent all his time in the shadows, he was known by the other Arch Angels as DarkArchAngel, the angel of the unending darkness which seemed to cover the Earth sphere these past few years. It was whispered that he had worked for the devil at one time, and had escaped barely with his life, he was dislike and distrusted by the other Angels and some wondered why Frosty allowed him to remain in heaven. Eventually she stood up dazed and bruised, brushing the dust amounted in the folds of her cloak she wondered if she would ever get the hang of flying, something VK had made look so easy. Looking over at him she noticed that he was still deep in thought and gently coughed to gain his attention, sighing softly again he landed silently on the floor and walked over to her. Quietly he stretched her wings out feeling them for any injuries she may have attained upon smashing into the wall. Her wings clicked loudly as he unfolded them shattering the thoughtful quiet that seemed to fill the area now, her winds sore from lack of use then the short burst of energy that had been inflicted on them. Carefully he clicked all the joints into place much to her discomfort before bending a few feathers straight again from their bent unnatural position. He walked to the bookcase and produced a large musty looking book; it was large and bound in brown material, velvet, the pile of the fabric brushed several crosswire ways making darker brown rivers cross the lighter tone of the book. Encrusted into the velvet sat a few gems, mainly garnet, looking the deep red of blood in the dim light. He handed the book to her sliding it into her slim hand. "Read this it will inform you how to forge your own sword, no more training until tomorrow, rest up, I'll see you in the morning." Moonlight took the book closing her fingers around its spine, without further spoke words she nodded mutually agreeing to the unspoken order and slipped through the wooden door and returned through the eerily silent corridors to her room. There must be more Arch Angels here besides VK, Frosty and myself she thought to herself but that just lead her to the question where are they all?
Chapter 4 - Hikari - The sword of Light
That night Moonlight sat on the couch after lighting the candles in her room to provide light and opened the book VK had given her, the pages were smooth and clean and felt like silk to touch, the writing was elaborate but still understandable. Moonlight turned each new page with fascination, this book was informing her she could make her own sword and change it to her demands, Moonlight saw the many different types of sword displayed, each was more breath taking and awe inspiring than the next, Moonlight had been quick to notice Frosty had two swords in his possession when they had first encountered each other, and VK also had a sword attached to a sheath (a new word Moonlight had learnt meaning a belt like device for attaching a sword to a person.) Moonlight flicked the pages thoughtfully, so she was expected to forge her own sword, but the question was, what kind of sword she wanted or if she wanted one at all. Moonlight was a light angel, in other words she was powered by light energy, hence her name, the light energy that Moonlight actually had was energy from the light of the moon. Moonlight guessed that her sword would also have to use light energy, Moonlight remembered reading that swords have energy sources in this case stones that reflected power from the user into the sword, if the stones happened to reflect the users personality, Moonlight studied each stone closely, the stone of light was a definite, even though they were rare that would have to be the main power source of her sword, but what else she thought, she stared at the dark stone and got a funny feeling in her stomach, she remembered some horrible memories from her past, of herself and her two brothers each having a dark stone, they had both grown into devils, yet she was an angel, so that was two stones for her sword she thought, just one more to go, what else was in her personality, well she was caring and compassionate, but no stones seemed to fit that, then her eyes fell on the stone of fire, Moonlight had a fire in her soul to learn and correct all that was wrong, she had an unstoppable fire in herself if she was mad too, and that was it settled, her three stones would be the stone of light, the stone of dark and the stone of fire. Moonlight tucked the book under her arm and resting her bare feet on the cold stone floor tip toed to her room door and rested her ear against it, not a thing could be heard. Moonlight rested her hand on the door handle and silently opened it and with a quick glance around slipped out of her room heading towards the sword forging room VK had shown her when he had taken her on a tour of heaven. Moonlight again glanced about before slipping into the room and softly shutting the door behind her. Moonlights eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness in the room and she looked about for the required materials, she figured that she'd have to start with the actual blade of the sword so looked for a thin piece of metal, moving other pieces of metal moonlight pulled out a piece of metal and laid it on the work desk, more driven by instinct than knowledge Moonlight rubbed the metal with her hands, the metal remained as it was lying on the table, Moonlight rejected this piece of metal placing it back where she found it, Moonlight found another piece of metal and again laid it on the desk rubbing it with her hands, this metal too remained dead to Moonlights touch, Moonlight was about to give up when from the shadows a glint of silver caught her eye, she walked slowly to the shadow and hidden in the shadow was a piece of metal, it looked downtrodden but it still had enough spirit to shine slightly, Moonlight picked up this metal and rested it on the table and softly rubbed it, and to her surprise the metal began to glow softly in light, Moonlight had found the metal for the blade of her sword. Moonlight looked around and found a machine for cutting metal, Moonlight walked up to it and cut her metal into a long thin blade shape then Moonlight went to another machine where she sharpened her blade as sharp as possible. Moonlight took the blade into her hands and swished it through the air, hearing it making a whistling sound as it cut through the air. Moonlight looked at the clock it was late, and she knew that she'd have a full day training with VK tomorrow and therefore needed to get some sleep. Moonlight stepped out of the room holding the blade between her hands, something made her not want VK to know about her sword until it was finished then she could surprise VK when unveiling her sword for the first time.