The Champion: The Legend of the White Magnolia

(("I love good and pleasure, I hate evil and pain, I want to be happy and I am not mistaken in believing, that people, angels and even demons have those same inclinations."
- Nicolas Malebrance))

Demons and Angels have always fought each other, ever since the first sun rose up, they have sought to kill one another. In every single history book, they will be mentioned shedding the opposites blood. It is inevitable.

But also, in such history books, a single person is mentioned. A Hero. A Savior. A Champion.


4. Chapter 1 - Uriel







The rain had begun falling, it seemed so pure and innocent in this world of hate and war.

He opened up his hand and admired the peacefulness of a drop landing in his palm, and he could feel a smile tucking in the corners of his mouth. The tranquility of the rain gathering in his hand got destroyed by a toy from the warfare.

A laser-rifle.

He looked up at his comrade, that had no smile nor anything near a peaceful look on his face, before he put on a gold and silver-colored helmet with a strong grip on his own full-automatic rifle, and then walked on.

Everywhere Angels were preparing for the oncoming fight, as they were all dressed in gold and silver armors that covered them from head to toe, all except their bright wings that were folded on their backs. They all carried laser or plasma firearms. Grenades and swords were also used.

He sighed and looked down at his reflection in his helmet, the platinum-blond hair hugged his pure face that bore no scars, unlike the most of his comrades, as he was rather new to this. This was actually going to be his very first battle outside of the training-grounds.

He was nervous, you could see it in his bright-blue colored eyes with dilated pupils. But this was what he wanted, this was what he was born to do, so there was no turning back from this point.

He took deep breaths to calm down from both his nervousness and the adrenalin, that was just waiting to flow into his entire system, before standing up to hiss full length of exactly 6 feet, yet that was the common height for an Angel.

He suited up in the heavy armor that was shining in the same colors as the rest. Gold and silver. He did find it difficult to get his wings through the slots in the back, and usually he got help, but now there was no time for compassion towards the new ones.

Without further ado, he put on the helmet and held his rifle closely to his chest.

Dockmoore was a city by the sea, and one of the oldest places left after so many wars, and was therefore seen as a peaceful place, where the war between Angels and Demons weren't allowed. At least not within its borders.

Just outside of the city lies many miles of fields, where the fertility of it had died after that many battles' blood. Here, battles had been fought over the rights of the city; it was a battle that happened once every war, almost like tradition, and this was the very tradition that he was going to carry out today.

It wasn't only a holy and sacred ground, but also placed perfectly within strategical sense. It was both the capital and the center of the entire land of Scarborough. All roads literally lead here in the end. It used to be the home of many great and wise Humans. It had placed a perfect mark on history.

To their right, the city stood in all its glory, though it had its many scars and looked uninhabitable.

To their left, miles and miles of fields, filled with capable warriors and roads that had been closed for today's special occasion.

In front of them, the enemy's hoard stood ready. Their battle-drums had been sounded minutes ago, and they only awaited the Angels' sign.

And then the horns were heard.

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