Chapter Two---Treason's POV

Nomi wrote this one xD Amanda writes Esther's POV and Abbi's gonna write Azrial's POV

The girl was familiar to Treason as he saw her. She was a pale cream-color and had the most fragile body he'd ever seen. She had on the usual warrior attire and carried a slick-looking sword in a steel sheaf. He expected an immediate lashing once she turned, yet all she did was stand there. Her cold golden eyes stared in total shock as she lowered her sword, slid it in the steel sheaf,and walked toward him. Her gaze never lowered, as she never yearned to blink. Obviously, the girl was an an angel, having the sword Commandments. As she spoke, her lyrical voice poured over him as if he was drowning in a beautiful echo.
"John?" She spoke in a whisper, the coldness in her eyes slowly dripping away to pure warmth. He knew he could take this moment to take her down. He knew he should. Yet when her hand grazed softly over his shoulder as she felt his soft blue aura, he let her. A shiver ran down his spine as she did this. Suddenly, He felt robbed. An angel touched him. How had she done that? Angels and Demons rely on combat, and are justly injured when in contact with each other. 

Suddenly he realized who she was. Her personality was just like Anne Rivera's, a childhood friend from his past life. Anne had been the town's apothecary. Esther's voice was just as lyrical, just as close to a melody as Anne's was. Anne always had a guy seated in line for her. She could pull him in in a snap of her fingers. Yet as a married woman of seventeen, this was a form of adultery back in those days, simply flirting. The men's wives hate Anne for it all. They found a way to get rid of her, all right.

They simply waited till another crowd of men came to see her for a medicine or two. Then, they all crowded around, and killed a lonely farmer in the back of the crowd. The wives scrambled back to other shops as the men around them found the farmer lying dead, the word REVENGE stenciled into his arm. Anne had been seen quarreling in Town Square the day before and it was logical that she'd want revenge from him, after he grabbed at her while drunk. Course, this whole time, Anne had been inside the shop. The court tried her for Murder of Farmer Samuel Eugene Johanson, illegal works of witchcraft, and adultery. A week after that day...

No. He couldn't think of that now. Not when he had a quest to carry out for Azrial. He had to get rid of Anne. He had too. Yet, he felt Anne pull out to him, and he knew he had to find out if this girl really was the Anne he'd known. The Anne he'd loved.

"Anne..." He whispered to her, questioning her. Yet once he thought about it all, he realized something. How could this angel be the girl once charged with murder, witchcraft, and adultery? All sins. All terrible. Angels where innocent. Completely. She couldn't be Anne. This girl would never be Anne to him. 

"John? John, is it really you? You...We...We Died." Anne questioned, her hand resting on the hilt of her silver-white sword, the golden-winged crest touched by her pointer finger, ready for battle position. Treason could tell she suspected him of lying to her. Demons where famous for decieving.
"My name is Treason. Not John." He stated.
His voice picked up as he pulled out his sword as well.

"I'm not John. I never will be again, Anne. I can swear to that."
Her shoulders fell, as if losing hope. Her graceful hand turned zombilike, her face and body having no showing emotion as she pulled the sword out of the sheaf and swung crudely at his head.
"If you're not John, you have no meaning to me!" She yelled as she brought the sword down. Treason looked up and placed his hands above his head, stopping the sword from coming in contact with his unprotected head. Then, he saw what sword he touched. He remembered. The Commandments. Yet, oddly, his hands stopped it. The burning metal left no clue of harm whatsoever upon him.
"H-How..?" Anne asked, stuttering in total terror. The powerful sword clattered to the ground as she asked helplessly "What are you? Who are you?" She dropped to her knees and hung her head in shame, ready for a killing blow that would strike her back into Heaven, where she would be punished for having not completing her mission.
"I'm Treason." is all he answered as he looked down at her. She looked so fragile, so goddamn helpless that...he couldn't kill her. "Who are you?" He asked instead
"Esther." She whimpered. "My name is Esther."

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"You let her get away?!" Azrial screamed at Treason in total disapointment. "YOU WHERE SUPPOSED TO KILL HER!!"

His eyes stared blankly at the fire's burning orange blades that licked up the walls of this cave. He kept seeing the same eyes in the fire. Dull black eyes that wouldn't stop watching him. They bore into his soul and they bore into his mind. They obviously belonged to a woman, the lashes long and black, curled and set perfectly. Perhaps an angels, because of the fragile look to them, yet with a demon's eye color. He lay back for the night, needing rest. He ignored his angry sister's tantrum and lay wondering who was watching him....and why they where.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[arlery]

Wow. Brilliant. Keep it up !

[brenda]

lol this is great! keeep writing !

[Coyote Poetry]

A very strong chapter. Jealousy can cause problems. I like the description of Anne. I like how she stood strong and did not died. A powerful chapter. Your story held my attention till the last words.
Coyote