Martyr

Jade Kapan just might be the most normal person you could meet. But don't jump to conclusions, because you couldn't be more wrong. And she has no idea. No idea that the angels fight demons constantly just to keep the humans safe. No idea that she can change the whole course of the war. The only thing is, will she have the strength to make a vital decision?

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7. Soaring

          I don't know how long it's been going on. My vision was red, and all I could remember was little glimpses. Bruce having to hold Mark away from my writhing body. Cassie leaving, because she couldn't stand to see me like this. At last, the final test. The pain moved to two spots on my back, where I felt as if it was splitting down the middle. My skin tore open and blood poured out. But that wasn't the only thing coming from my back. Out came two white wings, now covered in blood. When it was all over I just curled into the fetal position, and I remembered seeing Mark's face close to mine, telling me to hold on. Then, blackness. Beautiful blackness.

          When I finally woke up, I was wearing a hospital gown and laying on a bed, with my wings spread out. Mark stood on one side of me, holding my hand, while Cassie stood on the other side, also holding my hand. She was the first person to notice so she squealed, getting Mark's attention.

"Well, Jade, you did it." Cassie said proudly to me. "You're a guardian."

All Mark could do was smile stupidly at me. I couldn't even talk, my mouth was so dry. I just smiled back and nodded a few times before passing out again. When I came around the second time, Bruce was there, and Mark was force-feeding me the golden liquid from earlier. I almost instantly felt better.

"Hey." I croaked, my throat shredded from my screams of agony.

Everyone turned to look at me.

"Jade, you're results were off the charts." The praise from Bruce made me feel even better. "We've never had anyone score as high as you did, nor last so long on the pain endurance test. You really earned those wings. Now, let's get you some weapons, then teach you how to fly."

          I rested a little longer before getting up and changing into my old clothes. Bruce led us all back to the weaponry room where I would get my own sword. I still wasn't used to having extra limbs, so it took me a while to get the hang of opening and closing my wings. Finally, I got to go through the turnstile, and felt a soft tickle as I was identified. When I walked in, I was speechless. The room was big and the walls were made out of some material that was shiny silver metallic. Different weapons covered the walls: swords, spears, beautiful bows with matching arrows, you name it, they had it. One sword in particular caught my eye. It had a blade that glistened like abalone shells, and it had a silver hilt. The hilt was engraved with feathers, and as I put my scarred hand on it, blue light arced up and down the length of it.

"Looks like you found a match." Mark said looking over my shoulder.

"It's beautiful." I said, awestruck.

"What'd ya say, Bruce?" Cassie asked the senior guardian cheerfully.

"I say they were made to be." He said, the ghost of a grin on his stern lips. He then handed me a scabbard. It was made out of silver, and like the hilt of the sword, had feather designs on it. There was also a word on it, but it was in another language, so I couldn't read it.

"What does it way on it?" I asked, glancing at Bruce.

"We aren't quite sure yet. That's a really old blade, and the language that that was written in has long died."

"We should teach her how to fly now. It'a about time she got home." Mark suggested.

"Ok, lead the way, Columbus." Cassie said sarcastically. I quickly thanked Bruce, before leaving the quaint shop. When we finally got to learning point, it was nearly sunset. Mark, Cassie, and I climbed up a really tall staircase that lead to a platform.

"Sooo... how do I learn, exactly?" I asked, curious at which direction this experience was gonna go.

"After you jump, quickly open your wings, and start flapping, feel the direction the wind is blowing, then start to coast on the updraft." Cassie instructed. "Oh, and one more thing," She started to add, "Don't look down!" Then, that little jerk actually pushed me off the platform. I free fell, screaming my head off, before I remembered what Cassie told me. I quickly opened my wings and... soared.

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