The ravens were silent in the dawn light, their black feathers gleaming in the first rays of light. A winged figure sat in a hidden hollow, cluching a tiny bundle. She held the child, a single tear falling. Footsteps sounded on the ground, alongside hoofbeats and wingbeats. She placed the baby down, hiding her in the hollow. She stepped out and ran, the prophecy ringing in her head.
Hair as black as Raven’s feathers,
an eye of pure silver
another of crimson blood.
Stars align at dawn crow’s call...
She stood, bravely, in front of the soldiers. They stopped at the sight of the woman, once an angel of the high court, now a fugitive. “Hand over the demon-cursed child, Amaralis. Then I won’t have to kill you.” Amaralis spread her torn wings, her eyes apologetic. “I apologize, Mariel.” Mariel looked at Amaralis for a long moment, eyes sad and deep. “Alright.” Mariel drew his sword, studying it’s shining silver blade, the hilt embedded with a ruby. The crest on the back of his palm glowed with a white light as thorns wrapped around his hand, turning red with blood. “I, Mariel, angel of dawn light sentence Amaralis, angel of clouded sky to death’s door.” Amaralis’s own crest, on her forehead, glowed and faded. As it faded, Amaralis felt her imortality crumble away. She fell to the ground, taking one, final breath, watching Mariel ride away, his eyes glowing with pity. Then, the angel closed her eyes, welcoming the darkness.
The half angel, half demon opened her eyes from the vision, standing up in the home she’d built up in a tree. One of them, anyway. She stretched her wings, one feathered pure white, the other obsidian black and scaled.