Just Another Piece [Solo|Job]

Her body ached, but now it was in a different way. Recently the girl had been working out, going almost every night to the forest around Tolgalen and staying up through the night in order to be able to have more control over her mind. This control was more important to Aliannah than ever before. No control could mean that the beast that was inside of her could take control of her body. She had to work her mind, she had to make it stronger. Without a strong mind the demon that Alyia brought with her would take control of her.

This was a 5th day in a row that the girl had walked back to her room completely exhausted and had stripped her clothes off and slipped into the shower. She rinsed the blood off of her arms and legs, and looked at her arms as her body mended her scratches, leaving not a single scar. The warm water washed along her body, small streams of it causing for the girl to shiver. It wasn't long until she was defined as clean and she stepped out of the hot water and into the steam filled room.

With a light blue town wrapped around her the girl moved to exit the steam filled room and the moment that she opened the door, much of the steamed rushed out and the cold air of her home rushed in causing for a shiver to run down the spine of the girl. Pulling the towel tighter around herself the blonde haired girl moved towards the door and into her main area of her house. She moved quietly across the floor as to not wake the sleeping stoat and to her dresser where she pulled out her large night shirt and her underwear, pulling both on quickly before she climbed her way into her bed, the wet towel keeping a place on the floor.

No sooner did the girl crawl into bed and her head hit the pillow did she fall asleep.

HP: 600/600 MP: 600/600

Coded by d3571ny of ADOXOGRAPHY V2

Eyelashes fluttered against pale skin before one ruby and one blue citrine eye opened to the white wall of the ceiling. Another day that Aliannah had control of the body and another night that Aliannah had control. It was honestly a wonder that the host hadn't realized that the angel would use the body at night, but at the same time Alyia had never used the body for more than one night in a row that caused for her to be far away from Aliannah's choice of sleeping place. Given that the girl was usually in Tolgalen or at one of the other branches. But often because of this Alyia would have to fly places quickly to accomplish what she wanted to do within eight hours. Often times it wasn't always enough.

This was one of those times. The Angel had found a lead close to the Holy Castle, this was across the sea and if she didn't fly over the coast, she would have to fly over a series of mountain ranges. The Angel looked over at the clock and sighed, she only had about 10 hours.

Climbing out of bed the Angel quietly took steps to not wake up the stoat. Her eyes flashed over to the animal only to see the rodent looking at her knowingly. "Don't give me that, Oya. You know better than anyone what I'm doing is to give myself a sense of final closure." The blonde's body had shifted to the her Angel form, locking away the light blue/purple eyes, leaving behind a blue and red one and a slight glow on the now short woman's body. But the stoat didn't seem phased, it cocked its head to the side as if to say 'yeah right'.

"Listen, I know you don't agree with this. You've seen me get away from revenge as a solution, but my heart won't rest until he is dead and all of his goddamned offspring. And don't look at me as if you can't talk. I know you can." Alyia had stopped what she was doing, crossing her arms and looked straight at the stoat that seemed to roll its eyes.

"Alyia. There are better ways to do this, you could train this girl, live in her and through her rather than holding onto this grudge." The stoat didn't open her mouth, but the words echoed in the head of the Angel.

The blonde shook her head. "Not after what he did to me. He ruined me and my life. Rape is not something to forgive someone about. Neither is sending off your child. I didn't even get to raise the child he gave to me without my permission. Not only that, but then that child was raised by a dark mage. My daughter did things I never wanter her to do, she became a person I never wanted her to become. Oya, someone was dark as that side of the family deserves not to hold blood that would make them more powerful. I need to get rid of all of them."

The five foot angel was shaking by the end of her story, her body was quivering with rage and sadness. She didn't even get the child she had been forced with. That child then continued to hold the blood that was deadly to everyone who possessed it. A daughter of an Angel was not something that was to walk the Earth and cause trouble. Alyia had been there, she had done that. It was only after the death of her Grandmother that she realized that she needed to use her blood and her magic for good.

Now that good included ridding the world of something that shouldn't exist in the first place.

Alyia looked at the copper coloured rodent as if to challenged it. But the stoat never said anything back. Oya knew she lost that battle. It was not something she was going to argue about and seeing that the companion wasn't going to argue back the girl snorted before turning around. She leaned forward and removed the things that stood in the way from the small, hidden, compartment in the back, pushing on it to open it. She swiftly took out the costume, sipping it on and pulling the face mask over her lips and nose, causing the shadow of the hood and the mask to cover her eyes in darkness.

It took her no time at all to leap from the window and open her wings through the cape, flapping once and taking off into the sky.

HP: 600/600  MP: 600/600

Coded by d3571ny of ADOXOGRAPHY V2

What she had accepted this time was not really a murder, no it wasn't supposed to be. It was supposed to be a theft. Steal the most prized possession that was in the Holy Castle and get out with it. Return it to her employer in exchange for information. Information on where the youngest of her lineage was. It wasn't her daughter that she was looking for. No she was going to work from the bottom up. She was going to look for her grandchild. The child of her daughter.

One might say that her tactics were ruthless and over the top, killing what was left of her lineage rather than trying to train them, but Alyia knew that even after being trained by her there would always be a possibility that they could go dark. Because despite being an Angel Alyia was also a fragment of Demon. Her half brother could attest to that. But Alyia wasn't curious about meeting her father. No. She really didn't want part of the man who had seduced her mother and ran away. Sure she was curious about who he was, but not what he looked like or what his motivations were. He was a person that would impregnate a woman that was already married and then leave. It was almost as bad as sending off the child. Maybe in the past Alyia would have been curious of who he was. But no longer. Not with what had happened to her.

She knew where Heero was, she knew that he was encapsulated in a crystal in the basement of Fairy Tail. But she knew that she couldn't go for him first as that would cause a scene and that would start a chain reaction of problems that would cause for her plans to be much harder. Start with the young and work your way up. That was the best way to do something. Killing the forgotten and young would only anger a few, but it would mostly cause for grief and for sympathy for the family. Which would be Alyia's lineage. But no one would know who killed the child. If her daughter was going to find her, Alyia knew that she would be able to hold her own. This way there was less to worry about and fewer people who would be after her.

Previously Alyia had received information on how young the child was, how strong they were, and what they were like. The child was much like their grandfather in the way that they were energetic and strong willed. Apparently they were determined and they were always seeking to be stronger. This was the reason that her blood was not to be passed down. If the child learned the potential of his magic, of his lineage, he could aim to control the entirety of the Heavens and the Hells. It wasn't something she wanted in the hands of someone selfish and driven by ego.

The short blonde flew through the air. She had agreed to meet with her employer at night. Just a little ways out from the Holy Castle. She knew who her employer was, she always did. It was a sense of blackmail. She knew who they were, but they never really knew who she was. However, should they find out who she was, she would kill them immediately. No one was to know of her quest. It was hers and hers alone. The information that she was gathering? The news of a mage gathering information could be spread, but the angel always took on other forms when she did so and she never spoke. There was little to no connection between jobs indicating that she was the one doing them.

Hair whipped behind her as it slowly shrank. It wasn't that her hair was shrinking, it was that the Angel was manipulating the body to take on a different appearance. Short hair, black, green eyes, masculine. A male. That was what she had chosen for this night. It would be even worse to have male steal from the Holy Castle as in many religions it was the men who were considered pure. Which was absolutely ridiculous in the eyes of the female. What did men have that women did not? Clearly not a tolerance to pain and patience that would last a thousand suns. Alyia's love life never really panned out. First Deniel and then Heero. Why was it that her love life was never going to be able to blossom? Not that it would now seeing as she supposedly didn't exist. But that was besides the point.

There was another point to changing her appearance, none of the acts that she did could ever be tracked back to Aliannah. It would never upset the reputation that the girl had made for herself. Also, at the same time, any of her actions that were not for the good of the people or neutral would never impact Onyx Moon. The most recent guild that the girl had seemed to join.

It took the girl only a minuscule amount of time before she was at the meeting place. Landing on the ground in a completely different form than she had started. She was taller now, reaching above six foot, she was slender but muscular, black hair, green cat-like eyes, a slender nose, and definitely, most definitely, male. The "girl" took on a smirk as they approached the meeting spot. Their wings were pitch black, to match the aesthetic, and they began to let off a little bit of their magical signal, showing the employer that they were the one that was there for the job.

The meet up place was an abandoned castle, seemed like ruins, that reeked with an aura of death. Fitting and completely opposite of where they were about to be going. Sure Alyia had received information about the job, but it was always a requirement for her to meet up with the employer before the job to make sure that they knew that she was there and the job had begun. It was simple common curtesy. As the Angel approached the area the "male" looked around for any signal of life indicating that the person who had hired them was there. It took the Angel less than a second to find the person that they were looking for and aim a very pointed magical burst at the other.

"Are you the one that they hired?" The voice that was around the corner of a wall was husky, clearly using something to cover their voice and thus their identity. It wouldn't work, the Angel had already done her investigation and knew exactly she was talking to.

The Angel didn't respond, it wasn't her to do so. She never responded. The silence was a sign of "Yes".

"If you are, then listen carefully. I desire the blessed goblet that resides within the Holy Castle. As you know this goblet is one of, if not the most, prized possession and most holy possession within the castle. I want it and I want it in one piece." The person never appeared from behind the wall, using it was a barrier between them and the Angel. It was a good plan, but it was something that they really needed to rethink as many mages could blow through that wall with a single hit.

Alyia didn't make any more to respond, but constantly let her magic waver as if talking to the person. If the person wanted some dumb goblet, she was going to get it for them. But at a price of information.

"I understand that you are willing to be paid with information and information you will have, the moment that you bring the goblet back to me." Alyia listened closely. Not a word slipped from their mouth. She really should have to do things to get information, but that was just how it was going to be. The female sighed internally before sucking up to the circumstances. This all wouldn't be a problem if she didn't have to do this so sneakily.

Without a word the Angel turned their back to the employer, giving off another magical signals as if to tell them they would be back before the night was out. Of course the girl had to be. She had to be in a near identical position of sleep for Aliannah not to realize where she had been. She had to take a shower, dry off, clean everything, make it so like the other girl never left the apartment. This really wouldn't be a problem if she just wanted to live through the other girl. Maybe she should. Mayb- no she couldn't she had already set her mind to what she was doing and she was already so close to finishing the first step. She would be able to finish the first step and then move on to larger targets. It would be one down and two to go.

Maybe then and only then could the Angel live through the other girl.

But that was something for a later notice. At this point in time the Angel had a job she needed to do. A goblet that she needed to steal. Having an internal battle with herself was not part of the agenda. She simply didn't have time for it. She had already made up her mind previous to this and she was never one to change her mind on such a subject. Ask her guild-mates, as her mother, her father, her grandmother, and all those that she had once loved.

If only they could see her now, they would be so disappointed.

Alyia took several steps out from the meeting place before disappearing on the spot and into the air. She still wore the mask that she was required to wear, as to not allow others to see her face, but she didn't display the Onyx Moon symbol, nor did she ever claim something that would bring harm to the guild under their name. If she couldn't protect her past, she was going to protect the future. The future of the guild, of Aliannah, of Elias, of everyone. The best way of doing this was to get rid of what she had left behind, to get rid of herself.

That of course would be the final step. Once Aliannah was stable the Angel would leave, start over in someone new. Of course the Angel would always check in with the other as it was like raising a child of her own. The child that she never had, the child that she always wanted. But Alyia had to get through this first. She would love to meet Aliannah face to face one day. She would love to go out for lunch, to eat something and laugh like children. To shop, to snack, just anything that would bring light into the younger girl's eyes.



HP: 600/600  MP: 600/600

Coded by d3571ny of ADOXOGRAPHY V2

The Angel flew through the air with nothing but her own thoughts to keep herself company. Her thoughts were a dangerous zone, full of hate and rejection and disappointment. It was never a good place to be. If only the girl had a pair of head phones and a music lacrimal, she would have been able to pass the time it took to get to her destination much faster. But it was almost against the rules to have such things as they were often a hindrance. Alyia remembered when she used to have such things, but no longer did she. She simply couldn’t take the risk. When she was younger she most certainly would have as she was reckless and immature. She didn’t care about people then, people to her were mean and ruthless. They stabbed others in the back, the used and abused others, every person as a whole was someone to hate.

Things were different now, Alyia didn’t hate everyone now. Just some. She had learned that life was something important, something one should treasure. She learned that not everyone was out to get you, only some people. She learned that it was best not to be the person that was out to get another as it made you seem like a jerk. She wish that she could have told people this. To take the risks that you were scared to take, do something you thought you couldn’t do because it could have put someone else in danger. Don’t place the weight of the world on your shoulders and don’t take the weight of someone else world and make it seem light.

The girl bit her lip behind the mask. The cold texture of the mask being the only thing that kept her from fully delving into her thoughts. She forced her mind to travel away from the thoughts of self deprivation and into the situation at hand. This was the first time she had taken the form of a male. Not lying to herself, it was weird. Alyia should say that she wasn’t used to the lankiness of the male body, that maybe she should have chosen something else. But it was too late and she was determined to stick it out in this body, after all, she was stubborn and this would be a good time to practice.

The now black haired male looked ahead, it wouldn’t be too long until he was at his destination. He needed to think of a plan. It would probably be best to go into the castle without the mask, claiming to want to pray. He wanted to pay tribute. It was a good idea. From there he would walk around and copy one of the faces of the men that worked at the castle, not a female. This was something Alyia was sure of. She wanted to complete this job as a male as often males, within religion, were seen as more pure and holy for the simple fact that they didn’t have a vagina. Wimps. Alyia rolled here eyes internally. But, she would finish this as a male as it would ironic. Hopefully she would be able to get through this without killing anyone like she had done to the Peace Village not long before. That request was a bit much, but she needed to do what she did in order to get the information that she now had.

Hopefully, this job wouldn’t require her to kill anyone, but if it came down to it, she wouldn’t hesitate. Hesitation was something that she could no longer provide to any situation. Things had to be done surely and efficiently without a second misused between beginning and end.

At this point she could see the castle in front of her. With how close it was the girl slowed herself before dropping to the ground. She landed in the middle of the road. Which had no travelers at the time. Which was acceptable as it was the night, the time of people sleeping, the time when only those who were dedicated were awake.

She shed off her mask and shoved it into her bag beneath her cloak. It was nice that men were able to have bags, especially men who were seen as travelers. They were never suspected, they were never judged, it was just a thing. A thing that wasn’t fair because men could be more deceiving than women. Alyia took a breath and pulled the cloak over their ears, allowing for his face to peak out. A face that wan’t too shabby, something that said, I’m a handsome man from far away, but I am on a journey. A face that could break hearts if so desired. But that wasn’t what the Angel was using this face for. As the face looked pure of heart it would be even more ironic that it would steal the goblet.

The Angel began their march down the road to where the castle lay.

The road was dirt, which was slightly unexpected, but in front of them they could see that it soon turned to cobblestone as it ran in front of houses and markets. In the daylight it would be interesting to come back to such a place and see it vibrant and lively. Alyia wished to see it even through the eyes of another. Maybe Aliannah would come back with Elias. Not to mention the girl was really cute with her best friend. Aliannah honestly reminded Alyia of herself, or what she wanted to be. Shy, feminine, friendly, a little awkward, free. Alyia could smile at the younger as she interacted with her mentee. It was good to see the younger grow and it was good to see her grow with someone else, especially as the other had lost her family and sister. Family to who knows who, and her sister to the world. Sure it was sad to see but Alyia knew that the other blonde needed it in order to get stronger. Which she did.

Alyia was proud of the other and the way that she interacted with Elias. the Angel wanted to joke with the blonde about how maybe Elias was cute, strike up a little romance as a bid sister would do. But Alyia always stayed out of it. It wasn’t her life to live and she wasn’t going to push Aliannah into something she didn’t want to do. If she was going to do that, she might as well pull the other along on her travels to kill her family. Yeah, like that would go over well. Nope. Alyia was going to sit on the way side and let the younger female live her life to the fullest.



HP: 600/600  MP: 600/600

Coded by d3571ny of ADOXOGRAPHY V2

Alyia walked through the silent city, there was no one in sight, but it was night time, which was understandable. Her boots made contact with the street and the girl paused her thinking for a moment to question why her clothes had grown along with her frame. Magic. I guess it didn’t matter. It was one foot in front of the other and the girl could hear the clicking of the heel against the stone. There was no other sound around her, just her and the lamp post that lit the street. It would be interesting stealing the goblet now, but it was often not looked against if a traveller entered a holy place in search of refuge or worship. Which of course, that was what Alyia was going to do, clearly.

There was a small breeze now, something that caused for the short strands of hair that were loose on Alyia’s face to tickle their nose. They lifted a hand to brush their nose, carefully as they had yet to understand the movement of the body. Maybe being a male wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe not the male, maybe being such a tall male was not a good thing. Their hand came in contact with their nose and they rubbed it before moving push back the strands of black hair. They ran their fingers through it, pushing it back from their face. Being a male was really weird. The hair was soft and silky, but refused to stay in one place. It refused to stay in place in general. After about the fourth time that Alyia pushed it back she had eventually just given up and allowed for it to drift and float as it desired.

She passed stalls and what could have been posts for horses for travelers, she passed animals within their pens, dogs barking filled the night, but it was nothing that could bother the Angel now. Her steps proceeded through the night until she was at the door step of the castle. It was large compared to what she thought it might have been, but that was nothing she could worry about now. Now she was here and she had a job to finish.

Placing a hand on the door she pushed it open. She was honestly surprised that there was nothing around the castle in order to protect it, but she supposed that few people would want to attack the Holy Castle, after all it was a holy place. It was protected by the idea of religion. She was not, however, surprised to find the main door unlocked. Pushing it wide enough for her to walk inside the Angel took a quick look around, see if she could spot the goblet so that she wouldn’t have to go looking for it. That was not the case. It was no where to be found. Well there goes that idea. She was slightly disappointed, but that emotion was quickly snapped back into place as a voice called out to them from about the stair.

“Lonely traveller, what be the honor to your presence here?” Green eyes looked up and met with a pair that were blue. There, a man stood upon the staircase, looking down at Alyia with a smile that could have passed as both welcoming and suspicious. The man was dressed in robes with red trim, hair was salt and pepper, and his face shown signs of aging.

“Sir, I come but for a blessing on my continuous journey.” Alyia had managed to alter their voice, a middle tenor, something that would lure men to their deaths if she so wished. But what she said was ironically not a lie, but not a truth. A continuous journey was what she was on, but a blessing was not exactly what she needed, she needed something that was blessed in order to continue her journey. There was a warm smile that pulled on their lips, something that could hopefully give the other male the relief he needed in order to trust Alyia.

“A journey alone? May this be a journey to find yourself?” The questions tumbled from the lips of the elder man and Alyia had to hold back a groan, why must this old man be uttering such questions when she was running on a time schedule.

“Yes, sir. I’ve lived alone for much of my life, working and passing each day without a worry of who I was, who I am, and who I will become. But I’ve begun to ask myself such questions and I wish to find those answers. I hope that by the end of this journey I am able to find them.” It wasn’t lies, but it wasn’t the truth. The Angel had managed to turn the words from something so personal into something that anyone could worry about. But the words were also not false. Alyia spent days on trying to figure out where she was in life, she knew what she had to do, but what would she do after that? Was there even an after that? Could she get to that point?

The man at the top of the stairs nodded at her before gesturing with his hand for Alyia to follow him. The black haired male took steps forward and towards the old man, reaching out for the banner of the stairs when he reached it. It was cold under her touch and she was able to ground herself through the situation. Focusing on her magical sensory the girl figured that she would be able to sense the goblet within the castle if it were the most holy item there. If it were that hole, there was no way that it wouldn’t be considered magical.

She was right of course. It was there, on the second floor, in one of the rooms in the far back, she didn’t know how to get there, but that wasn’t a problem. She would be able to get her hands on it right now if she wanted, but the elder male in front of her had her skin crawling. There was something off about him. He seemed to have relaxed after she had told him the story of self discovery, but there was really something about the man that made the Angel uncomfortable.

Step after step the Angel made her way to the man. It wasn’t until they were only a few steps apart did the elder turn to continue up the steps. “I understand, my son. I too once went on a journey to find myself among the cosmos. I finally found myself here. The Holy Castle, the place of peace and prosperity. I have been here for far longer than you have been alive and I continue to find myself every day.” It was weird, the man seemed no older than 60 years of age, meaning that he was here around his last 30’s early 40’s. The time when people would be getting married and having children, if not already having done those. So why would he be here? Was he a monk? Was he a renunciant? These were questions. These were the reasons that the Angel did not find comfort with the old man.

The old man, led the two up the stairs and to the left, to the door that held the goblet. What also freaked the Angel out was that there was no one else within the castle, just the old man. Maybe this wouldn’t have been too scary, but there seemed to also have been zero life within the town outside the castle. It was night, but wouldn’t there also be people out at night? There was nothing that the girl heard but her footsteps and the sounds of animals. There were no lights on but the light of the lamp post. Yet, the girl followed the man in robes through the halls and to what seemed to be the room that held the goblet.

The two entered the room and the girl was slightly shocked. It was nearly empty, nothing but a couple of chairs, a table, and the goblet on it. There were some books and a lamp, if the Angel didn’t know better she would have assumed that this room was completely normal. “Please rest here, traveller. I will be back with some tea.” The man nodded to himself as if he had accomplished something before leaving. He closed the door behind him and the girl didn’t hear a click, meaning he didn’t lock it. The Angel didn’t immediately run to the goblet, not she went to the book cases. This room was odd, there was something else in it.

She reached for a book as a bright light took over the room. Blinding her for a moment before she lifted her arm over her eyes. But the light was gone as soon as it came. The Angel pulled her arm away from her eyes and looked around the room to see if she could trace the magic. The magic was clearly light base.

The moment that she snagged onto the fragment of it, she traced it back to the goblet. That was the source, what did it do?

It was only a second later that the old man walked back into the room. “You’re still seeing, that is good.” What a weird thing to say.

Alyia tilted their head and looked at the old man. “Sir, what do you mean? Did you not expect me to see?” The man looked at Alyia with a now genuine smile.

“Traveller that is not what I mean.” His voice was gravelly and slightly tired as if he had just used a lot go magic. “You see that goblet there?” He pointed to the table. “It has been blessed with so much purity it is magic. It is the most pure and holy thing in this castle. Were you not pure it would have blinded you so that you were unable to see and unable to escape.” As so that is what it did.

The Angel wanted to roll her eyes, of course she would have made it out of that with her sight. She was an angel, she was pure. But with her demon side, maybe that it what blinded her in the beginning. “I see, sir.”

They made their way to the table where the man placed the tea on top of it, next to the goblet. The black haired male followed, behind until he was right next to the old man. “No sugar?” The words slipped from Alyia’s mouth. Sure there was tea and honey, but she needed the old man to leave the room.

“Sugar? Sugar. How could I have forgotten, silly me. I will be right back.” The man smiled at Alyia as he left the room to retrieve the ingredients. Alyia reached out for the goblet, her hand was on it as she been to place it into her bag. But it was an unfortunate event that the old man walked in on her as she did so.

“What are you doing!?” The man began to race at the Angel, clearly thinking that he had the upper hand.

It was then that Alyia side stepped the man and he ran into the table, spilling the hot head over himself with a yelp. It was unfortunate that he had seen her. She could have gotten out of this without problems, if it weren’t for him. The old man turned around and was about to through himself at the Angel once again before Alyia cracked one of the earring that had continued to stay with her through the transformation. One of her ice bladed appeared in her hands and the Angel caught the old man, forcing him back into the table with the blade pressed against his neck.

“Sir, all that is pure and holy might not be good.” Her wings burst from her back, now white in order to prove a point. “An Angel once defiled is still holy, Angel with revenge is not good.”

Alyia grit her teeth as she sliced the blade through the man’s neck. Blood ran from it and onto the floor. The once Holy Castle was now defiled. She took the man by his neck and threw him to the floor. Let his blood defile the most holy of rooms. She did not want the man to die, but he had caught her, he had become an obstacle and all obstacles must be eliminated if she were to reach her final destination.

Alyia took one last look at the room and at the man before she touched the wall and exploded herself an exit. White wings turned black and the Angel looked once more at the man on the ground, who looked back at her in fear. “Sorry not sorry old man, like I said. I’m on a mission of self discovery and I needed what you hand. Don’t take it personal. May Gods reward you.”

Black wings lifted her from the spot and the girl took to the air. She made no effort to hide herself now as she was running out of time. It would be only two hours before the sun rose, she was cutting it close on time. She cut across the night sky, trying to beat the light. She had t=yet to transform back into her feminine form, keeping the male identity until she was completely finished with the job.

It took her moments before she was back before the client. They were still behind the wall when she arrived. She flashed her magic once to signal that she was back.

“Are you back already? My. You do get things done quickly. Which I guess I do appreciate. Now leave the goblet on the ground where you stand.” Alyia did just that. Searching through her back to pull out the goblet before setting it on the ground. Once again she flashed her magic, signaling to the other that she had done what they had requested.

“Good, now I expect that you want the information.” Yes, the girl thought, now hurry up. She didn’t have time for his dramatics. “That girl you are looking for is on the borders, specifically the border between Bellum and Pergrande. I have no other information, but I suppose that should be enough.”

Alyia wanted to growl, yes that was information, but hardly enough to pay for what she had done. But she could take what was given. If she wasn’t pleased of if the man was wrong, she could always kill him later.

The Angel let off one last burst of magic before she turned her back and walked away. There was really only an hour and 15 minutes left of the night.

With a run the angel burst off into the air, leaving nothing behind but a cloud of dust. She needed to make it home and fast, she needed to write down this information and then look at the other missions that she had received to see if any of them were near the Bellu-Pergrande border.

Within mid flight the Angel turned back into her Angelic figure. She didn’t want people to see “Aliannah” to be flying around, that really wouldn’t work.

The Angel could feel the blonde hair whipping against her cheeks, all she could say is that the much appreciated that more than the black hair that would never stay in place. Next time she designed a person, they would have hair that she could put up into a hair tie or something.

By the time that the Angel got back home it was 45 minutes to sunrise. Meaning that there was light over the horizon as it took 45 minutes for the sun to rise, as it took for the sun to set. Weird how the world worked in that way. Alyia had pushed herself really the last couple minutes in order to get back before other people were awake. It was one of the worst things to be caught and have Aliannah question what the angel had been doing.

Aliannah pulled off all of the clothes that she used for the mission, they still smelled, but what could she do about it now, now when the girl was supposed to wake up in 30 minutes. Alyia didn’t wash her hair, but she did run a warm wet towel over her body in order to get rid of the smell of sweat and blood. She was really cutting it close. She had really never cut it this close before. If only her client hadn’t felt the need to be so dramatic. If only that old man hadn’t walked in on her. She grumbled through the while matter before she put in the night clothes that Aliannah wore to bed and climbed back into the lofted bed.

Though she was cutting it close, she had done it. She had succeeded, she was one step closer than she was before. A sigh fell from pink lips as the Angel closed her eyes and gave way to the consciousness of the younger girl.



HP: 600/600  MP: 600/600

Coded by d3571ny of ADOXOGRAPHY V2

A yawn left her mouth as her arms stretched above her head. She had slept well, she had slept peacefully. A smile crept across the face of the girl as she nestled into her blankets. Sun had just broken the sky and she knew that she should go on a run in order to train her mind, but the girl wanted just a couple more minuted within her bed. The sheets were soft against her skin and she was warm beneath her blankets.

A few moments were all she gave herself before she got up, kicking the covers from her body as she climbed down the ladder to her lofted bed. She shuffled across the floor to get a glass of water before she threw on her morning running clothes.

She was out the door running, not noticing the damp towel that lay by the sink from the adventures of the Angel the night before.

HP: 600/600  MP: 600/600

Coded by d3571ny of ADOXOGRAPHY V2