{ Angels are Bright Still } -Part 1-

When you�re ready, my Father said. When you�re ready, you will be able to run and not fall, when you�re ready I will teach you to hunt, when you�re ready I will let you climb the cliffs of Trenus, when you�re ready, he said, I will let you stand on my throne. You will know, my Mother said, when the time is right, you will know she said, when you meet the boy who will be your forever and you will know, when it is you must be strong and when you must be gentle.

I do not know and I am not sure I am ready. Many things my parents had taught to me when I was young and small, so many words and memories and teachings taken from their own lifetimes to be placed into mine. Yet as I stood upon the log that day, as the echoes of the call I made seemed to twist and turn so gently within the wind I was not so sure as always I had been. What if I was not ready for this? What if I do not know when it is that I must bare my fangs or stay my paw? I had perhaps not realised until this moment when my own summons resounded through the depths of the crater that the words of my parents had not always been taken as they should. I have believed with all the innocence of the girl I was that I would know when I was ready, that I would feel when the time was right and yet I feel unsure even still. I wished so very often for my Mother, wished to see her face and to have her touch to guide me when it was I felt- lost. Looking back upon this moment surely I would laugh one day, for I was not near so lost as I felt or I believed. Perhaps I were simply nervous, the anticipation of a life I had desired for so long stood within reach of the snowy paws I had finally grown into. So large they had been and yet, when I walked beside Father I no longer had to run. I should have seen these things sooner, I should have noticed how tall and beautiful I had grown and yet, though each day I had been told of that which I was, I lingered still. What and who are not so very much the same and though perhaps I felt lost that day upon the log, though perhaps I feared that none would come to the call of myself, though I had worked to be one worthy to follow, I think perhaps, I knew. I simply needed to see it.

Since the moment of my birth, since thought had been thought and I had been capable of such understanding it had been my desire, my dream and my drive. Since the day I stood upon the throne of Trenus with my sisters I had known that it would be my own and I had known that it would not be given. My Father may be many things but he is not foolish, he would not hand his crown to one he believed unworthy and no true wolf would follow she who could not gain respect. I was born Princess of Trenus and yet nine siblings shared that honour. My Father loved each of us without challenge and yet I knew he waited, I knew he would choose only one and from such a moment that these thoughts became realisation I had acted upon them. I had sought to deserve the honour of my crown and my position. How could I lead if never I had worked? If never I had earned the respect of my pack? An Alpha is only an Alpha if others follow and though I did not doubt within my mind that I was being worthy of such respect, perhaps it was unsure if I had earned it so fully, if I was deserving. Leadership is not a right, though Father would say it is the right of those willing to take it and perhaps that is ture. Yet even an angel cannot sing without a choir and I was nervous that day to see who it was who would come when I summoned them, who it was who was willing to stand beneath the son of Devil May Cry and the Daughter of Heyel. I was a girl no longer, a child no longer. I was Isola, Angel Queen and it would be I and my Kane, my mate in this life who would lead such a pack to glory once more- but I could not do it alone. Kane does not believe I will have to and indeed I pressed into him once more, blending black and white as we waited and one by one, they came.

Finley was the first, for never did my White Knight stray far, always I felt the beat of his heart within my own and always I knew when he stride like wings of white within my shadow, my head inkling in a nod to his words. He was not my Heart in this life, but he was my Soul and indeed I would be foolish if I did not respect the power of this bond. My Kane had promised to me that he would allow Finley within my life and I knew for true that his existence was tied to my own, that I would be for him all I could, forever and for always. It was Malina who came next, to emerge from within the trees like shad eand dark as always she was trained, my pelt so white brushing against my Kane as I stepped from atop the log we had made our throne, as both of us descended into the wolves as they came, my violet gaze lingering upon his own with an assurance, a calmness I saw so often within his own gaze. He had been right, never should I have feared and I would allow for him to greet those he pleased, to have this moment as he desired as Malina bowed low. Many things I have seen in a life so young and yet in this way there are being many things I understand and I know, forever and for always that the way of the assassin cannot always be controlled, that the loyalty of Malina, Ava, Letum adn Azrael will always linger with their masters, with Heyel and yet I have seen a greatness in this Art that never will I begrudge. The Art is a mysterious and wonderful thing, a deadly thing and one I will not underestimate within a pack my own. That Malina offers her services is an honour to my Kane and I, one I will not stray from, one I understand as it is spoken with the tongue of Angels to myself as I stand before the small girl of dark and night with my head high and my tail raised like a banner all my own for the first time. My place, my Pack, My Kane and I were ready. The words came, as Mother said they would, for the time was right.

�Malina non obliviscar verba tua gloria semper memor militiae. Altiore quam patrem meum et tu aliquando latentem si fieri potest, melius est videre frater placeat. Gratias tibi ago.�
(I will not forget these words Malina and always I will remember the honour of your service. You have done my Father far prouder than he will ever say and if it may be our secret, it would please me to see you best my brother. Thank you.)

I smiled, softly, easily before a slight look of cheek shone within the violet of my eyes, eyes so like my own Father. Are you being surprised that one such as I would jest and tease? I am being the daughter of the Angel King, one should not be so shocked. I dipped my head once more, turning from Malina, the First Assassin of Diveen as I moved to embrace my Brother, to hold my head higher for the first time as his own dipped down. I did not hear the words he spoke to Finley though indeed I allowed my gaze to linger upon his own as I stepped back from him. He will not say how much he hurts within, how much the loss of Mother did to his heart already so hidden. Azrael is capable of great things, this I am knowing, yet such greatness is not always upon a path of goodness. I spoke softly, lightly to his ears alone.

�You will be respecting your King and my imprint, Brother and I will respect your needs in turn. Our blood is within your paws. I will remember your words.�

My voice was soft and smooth upon the air that day. I have forever been a gentle creature and always I will be this thing- but even Angels carry swords and I will make my rule known and defend all words my Kane should say in turn. He is my Brother, but my words do not leave room for his argue. It was the son of my Christian who came upon us next, my paws gracing this earth smoothly towards him as I walked amongst those who gathered, my head high and prideful, proud of those who came to us, proud of my Kane as he walked among them, so many he did not know, yet so many he embraced. I offered a smile to him, the young one, the son of my Warrior.

�You Father would be proud, Fallen. Thank you.�

I touched my muzzle to his own. Perhaps he will be the next to guard my side and speak with me of our dreams in the night. The male who came next was one I had not seen in years so many and as he came to stand before my Kane and I, I could not help but smile softly. Chance. I dipped my head to him in turn, sweeping forward to touch my muzzle to his cheek as I had seen Mother and Father do so many times before I slipped silently onward, allowing him to speak with Kane. Though indeed I did wonder if he remembered the game we played when we had been so small and I so light upon the Trenus boarder a summer long ago. I had not forgotten. My Father was the next to come, sliding between those who gathered as if it were he who still wore the crown and I could not help but grin as he came to sit beside Malina and I moved to meet him, to embrace him. So many who had come to my call had been wolves who had come to him first and this I would not forget. They came to Kane and I because he had come and I dipped my head to him as I did all others. Though perhaps we stood level within this world, a daughter does not forget her Father, or her elders and none within Moladion will ever forget Heyel, nor Zeivah, whose name brought pain to my heart even now though I nodded as any Queen would do and held my head high, violet eyes resting with knowing upon his own as he teased my Kane.

�I will make you proud, Father, this I promise. Kane and I will raise us as high as ever you had done.�

.................................to be cont.................................

5 Years || Heyel X Zeivah || Mate of Kane || Soul of Finley

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