Author's Note: Hi there, some of you may know but most of you probably won't. My name is Semeria and I am an author on the rising. I plan to be posting one of my novels on this website for people to read. Comment and let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy the story.
A shiver ran through Aurora and she pulled her scarf further around her shoulders. Her blue and white silk gown did nothing to protect her against the cold yet she had a feeling the cold air wasn't what had her hands trembling.
She could remember the sacred oath she had made to her Queen as a lady in waiting, that she would never betray her, never lie to her, never go behind her back, yet here she was, doing two of the three. Betrayal was not one of her crimes.
"Aurora," a voice whispered and she jumped. Then, turning around, she looked into the eyes of the young boy she had come to love. He was only fifteen and he had the face of an angel and the wings of one as well. His eyes were a deep dark black that seemed to change the shade of your soul, surrounding his face was a short halo of bleach blond hair. His nose was sharp and pointed instead of the usual soft nose a young person possessed, and his lips were a deep shade of red, so tempting they were when they opened and spoke luring words.
"Avrail," Aurora said his name like it was some sweet perfume, or a form of hallelujah. She dipped her head in respect to him and then asked, "Is it time?"
"Yes, you've done great so far, but now our journey has come to its climax. You must go out, and you must tell the people about the war coming, you must warn them," his voice was filled with demand.
"What if they don't believe me?" she asked, her heart thudding in her chest.
"Make them believe," he growled and she shrank back, but only a little bit.
"And if I can't?"
"Then you fail."
"And to fail would be a disgrace as your apprentice," the hurt was clear in her voice.
He sighed, "Oh Aurora, you are so much more than an apprentice to me. You have become like a sister to me."
"A sister…typical words for an angel," she scoffed.
"What more do you want?"
"For you to love me! These could be my last moments, I just want to know that you love me," she whispered the last part.
"I love you, I've always loved you, ever since the day you were born. I watched you grow, watched you learn, and fell so deeply in love with you. But never, never will I lust for you, and if that is what you seek than I have failed at training you, my young nephilim," he planted a soft kiss on the crown of her head. "Now go."
And she went. Out into the night air, knocking on doors, waking people, letting them know the apocalypse was coming. That angels and demons were going to use earth as a battle ground. And no one, not a single person believed her. She had failed.