• Prologue

    The rain fell softly around the small group of people gathered on the hill in the graveyard. It was a silent ceremony. The girl watched as the last of her family was lowered into the ground. Her life as she knew it was over, a black haired angel stood next to her, waiting quietly and patiently, his hand resting gently on her shoulder, giving her some comfort in the cold of the world. She looked up at him, and smiled weakly her eyes red with the tears she tried desperately to keep down. The red rose in her hand fell against the coffin as she said her finally goodbye. She looked up at the gravestone.

    Logan Gellisburg
    Beloved father, brother, son, and friend.
    May the angels fly you to heaven,
    Where your soul will rest.

    She let out a small sigh and walked towards the black limo, the angel left standing with the others. How he longed to hold her in his arms, and tell her how he felt. To tell her how much he meant to her. He knew that would only make her job harder, he must stay her guardian. Protecting her even if it meant from himself.
    *****
    Phoenix woke up in the dead of night. Her dream was back, she reached out for him, and his hand met hers. She looked up at her guardian. It was Vincent the one person who has been with her since everything, standing in the shadows, guarding her from the world that she was just about to know. He smiled at her.

    “You ok?” He asked finally breaking the silence that was between them. She shrugged. “It was that dream again wasn’t it?” He was referring to the reoccurring dream she has been having for the past few months, the one where he died in her arms, where she told him how she felt, where they shared there first and final kiss.

    “Let’s get something to eat,” She suggested getting up and walked towards the door. He followed her silently, longing to grab her and pull her close for that one kiss he longed for. Making that dream all wrong, where she knew it wouldn’t happen.

    It wasn’t long until the others woke up, slowly the entered the kitchen and made there breakfast. Soon the kitchen table was on of laughter and smiles as people enjoyed there morning coffee before a hard day of training and hunting.

    “So Phoenix ready for some training?” Avin asked from the head of the table. She shrugged and looked over at Vincent who was in a private conversation with his brother in arms Alistair. She looked around the table, everyone was talking, and she heard all the conversations, all consisting around the same thing. The once smile and laughing table now quiet as they discussed the impeding days of war, the demon Dagen who they desperately wanted dead, before he could use there one source of help, the hope of the world resting on the young girls shoulders. Phoenix knew what she was, what she meant to everyone. To some she would be a tool to get rid of the one who stood in the way, to others she was the small ray of hope that she could save the world they loved. But to her, she was the reason her family was dead, why she knew she would soon lose other people she loved, and why the war was growing closer.

    She stood up from the table. Vincent standing up after her, she walked out of the room silently, her guardian seconding that. “Nix you ok?” He asked. She shook her head and slammed her fist against the wall, a large dent appearing; he walked up to her and grabbed her hand, holding it between his. “What’s wrong?”

    “Everything.” She said suddenly through the tears that made there way out. “Everything Vince, I am the reason why Logan is dead, why Eric and Evan are, why my parents are,” She sobbed. “Why the war is growing so close, and why I have this fear growing the very pits of my stomach I am going to lose more people I love.”

    He stood there silently, to afraid of making up his mind. He longed to hold her, to comfort her when she needed it. But in doing so he would give up on what he was. The guardian that he was, guardians aren’t allowed to fall in love. His leaders words echoed through his mind, it makes us weak, and weak is something a guardian can never be. She looked up at him, knowing she would not get the desired comfort she longed for and the comfort he longed to give her. She wiped her eyes and smiled.

    “Look at me, breaking down like this,” She chuckled lightly trying to get her mind off of it. “So I guess I should get to training, Gabriel is going to hang me if I don’t do anything today,” She joked and walked down the hallway.

    “Yeah,” Vincent mumbled. He waited outside the training room, leaning against the wall and resting his eyes. Thinking of what was to come.

    *the first chapter with be longer, this is just to tell you the mind set of the story*