Ariella "Ari" Nixas
The dark angel swooped down low, making sharp turns and sudden movements, a common things for arial warriors. It was something she excelled at, and she trained hard each and every day to do these types of maneuvers, even in the harshest weather and under magical threat and attack. Half of the arial warriors would be on one team and the other half on another. Right now Ari was on the defense team which meant her goal was to avoid being hit, and of course the goal was to stun and not injure or kill so the attack team was only allowed to use weaker spells. Most to all of them were dark angels, since the normal angels sometimes refused to train with them and the high ups did not require it so of course, it was not a common practice to force unification of the two races of angels, sadly. "Come now, you can surely do better!" She shouted out from above, as she dodged various shots from the attack team. Some of her team were hit, and stunned, unable to move for a period of a few second, which also marked them out of the game. She was the last of her team, but eventually she too was stunned. Then it was time to switch. This went on for several hours, and most of the day. It was a daily training exercise, but only one of several they did to keep themselves prepared for war and threats. As a dark angel, she had few choices when it came to a career. And she was from a militaristic family so her options had been narrowed to only a single choice. But like her twin brother, she was very skilled for her age.
When midday hit they were allowed a break of sorts, to give them time to recover, breathe, and to eat. This was also when all the other combat groups went on break so she could use this time to visit with her brother, and any one else she wished to see. But all her friends were dark angels, and most of them lived fairly close together, as if they were outcasts, and they were. They were seen as different when in truth, they were so very similar. Something that bothered her greatly. Sitting down at a nearby table, she picked at the meager meal she had brought. They didnt have backpacks, but instead satchels that most of them used to carry things. They didn't own much, but she did use it to bring food for herself and her brother. She set her brother's meal across from her, so that he could eat as well when he arrived. She watched, as a began to eat, as the normal angels distanced themselves as far away as possible, from the dark angels. Do they think us wrong? They are the same, simply with different colored wings and hair. Do they not realize that we are in fact stronger then them? Our magic is more potent and we are warriors for a reason. We defend them but they scorn us.
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
Why did you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Your presence still lingers here and it wont leave me alone
These wounds wont seem to heal
This pain is just to real
Theres too much that time cannot erase.