Galabriël was a blond haired Raylios but us humans called them, Angels. Long, long ago their cities floated in the sky in the land of the ancients.

Galabriël: "the sun is clear and the earth is singing."

after uttering those words the door that was infornt of him opened allowing him entrance to the halls of the order of live. The holliest order of the angels and the one that delivered the personal guard to the blind guardian. An archangel and leader of the Angels.

Galabriël walks up to the grandmaster of the order and delivers his letter to him.

Grandmaster Halvoor: "welcome back Galabriël it's good to see you savely in our halls again. It seems the rays of light have shielded you from harm for another day brother."

 Galabriël: "it's good to be back brother. My way home was not without its problems but the sun saw me through and let me deal with those who want to blind the creators eye."

The grandmaster opens the letter and reads through out. After reading it twice he sighs and looks up at Galabriël. 

"you saw this with your own eyes brother?" 

Galabriël: "unfortunatly, yes I did grandmaster, deep, deep in the desert to the south east is a new citadel of the deathbringer. It's construction is almost done and near it a massive army is gathering, at least a hundred thousand of them. I think we all know where they will be heading next."

The grandmaster sighs and looks up at the ceiling of the order chappel. It is painted with scenes of great war and especially great victory of the order against any who wanted to spread dark influences. Scenes of a better time.

Grandmaster Halvoor: "such a long history of protecting this world against those who have evil in their minds and hearts, such a long and proud history. But now after having so much time our time is running out. Light's rest is the last place we have left, where once we had dozens of cities in the sky. Now we only have one. Where once we had spread light to all corners of the world, today."The grandmaster sighs. "Today we can only light a candle. When I became grandmaster I never would have thought that I might be the last. That I would be the one who would see the light be sniffed out."

Galabriël puts his hand on the shoulder of the grandmaster: "we have done all we can grandmaster, there is nothing anyone can be blamed for. No one could have seen this coming. You have done everything right, there is no need to blame yourself."

The grandmaster shakes his head. "Still I do. Still it feels like I have failed. But you are right. Get some rest Galabriël try to relax. Go visit your living relatives. This might be the last time that anyone of us can. So enjoy your time while it lasts. May the light shine its ray's upon you brother."

Galabriël turns around and goes through one of the side doors to the changing rooms. the chapel, the changing rooms. All of it was more quiet then ever before. So many brothers, sisters, elders. So many of the order had been lost to the deathbringer. He couldn't even bring himself to speak out the name of that despicable creature. Once it was a man, a human. Just a normal human. How it changed from a human to what is now is uknown, some say he got possesed by a dark spirit some say he invited it and others say he always was a child of darkness. Whatever the case ever since the change the deathbringer would experiment with live. It was obsessed with bringing things back from death. to create an army, a giant one and started to conquer. His goal, conquer all live, let only a few live so he could create new soldiers from these few Always keeping enough alive to make his army grow. Why this being hated, why it did what it did is still a mistery same as it's origin. Al that Galabriël knew was that it had to be stopped. 

A lot of the known world had already fallen under the iron fist of this creature, and now. Now he was coming for the Angels. But the angels he had other plans with. He didnt want to just remove a few from the equation, he wanted to remove all of them. Destroy the cities and tear them appart till the last stone was gone so that they would be forgotten. There was to be no trace left of their civilization. The cities that had already fallen to the preassure of the deathbringer had already undergone this fate, only Light's Rest remained.

Galabriël took of his gold coloured armour. This armour was a sign of hope, a sign of light, a sign of power. It once was that, but the power of the angels has waned too far. There aren't enough of them left to change the tide. Now this armor represents the last candle flicker of a once bright sun.

Galabriël changed into his white robe and walked out of the chapel into the streets of the once mighty capital of the Angels, Light's Rest. The streets of the city were busy with people going or coming from work and those who were working. Many of them were refugees from the other fallen cities but even with them adding to the population the capital felt emptier then ever before. 

Galabriël ignored the bussy streets and skylanes and walked silently home, home were family was waiting He hadnt seen them for two months and was eager to spend some time with them now that he could. 

Once he entered his home, a normal marble house, part of the city it's urban area. He was immediatly welcomed by his father and mother. he embraced them both with his wings and they did the same.

Galabriël: "it's good to see you again mom and dad."

father: "light shine upon us all my son is home again."

mother: "its good to see you dear. your father, he."

father: "shhh he doesnt need to know hun."

galabriël smiled broadly: "Tears are nothing to be ashamed of father, the creator.."

father: "I know, I know. But let me decide if I want to talk about it. Besides we should celebrate your homecomming not wallow in sadness. Today is a happy day, so no more talk of tears."

That night they prepared a big feast to celebrate Galabriël coming home save from his mission. 

The father raises his glass: "to our daughter and your brother, may they forever more bask in the creator's light. May they live on in our memories and may their rays shield the living from harm."

They all raised their glasses of wine in memory of his fallen sibblings. They were among the many who were lost when the council and the archangel tried to move the civilians to the saver lands of the allies to the west. The transports were intercepted by an army of the deathbringer. no one would ever return home and no remains were ever found.

It was hard on him and his parents to continue on going after the loss of his sibblings, yet they did. They wouldnt roll over and wait till he came to destroy them all. They would be a thorn in the side of the armies and the plans of the deathbringer till the last of them had fallen. 

father: "how long do we have untill the capital will be attacked my son?"

Galabriël: "less then a week, our intelligence expert thinks the attack will occur in 2 days. On the one side I hope we have longer, but on the other. On the other I want it to be over with.  I want him to come here so I can ram my spear through his traitorous body."

Father: "I know my son and I understand. But lets us enjoy the days that last. Let us enjoy the last few moments the creator has gifted us. We shouldn't rush to our demise"

They passed the night together, talking about better times, times when the angels would fly far and wide, times when the light was all around. Fond memories of Galabriëls father from when he was part of the order of live.

The next morning Galabriël decided to take a walk through the city, to see it in it's full glory before it would be touched by the deathbringer. Galabriël put on his white  clothes again and went outside.

The sun was high in the sky and the air was still clear blue,  but in the north-east he saw the gathering storm of the comming assault. For now it was far, far away but he knew that it wouldn't stay far away for long. Still those black clouds filled him with unease and dread. For no matter how well he was trained he still had a healthy fear of death and no matter how much he wanted to give the deathbringer ea few more breathing holes he knew he wouldn't be able to get close to the being.

Galabriël looked around and marveled at the city of a thousand spires, it was the nickname of light's rest.  That and the city of domes as the culture of angels loved to make domed buildings with spires attached to them. It was a marvelous sight to behold, even for Galabriël who grew up in Light's Rest. Even he marveled at their architectual achievements.

Galabriël followed the marble roads towards the city walls, he didn't feel like flying there, maybe he would fly on his way back he thought. For now he wanted to enjoy the city from the streets, which were more build for the non-angelic species that used to visit quite often.

Galabriël climbed ontop of the wall and just kept on walking. He wanted to clear his head, on his way he passed some of his fellow soldiers from the order and patrolling gaurds that greeted him. On the way he also passed one of the  8 giant statues that were on 4 sides of the circulair city. The statues were giant angels, painted to look like wariors guarding the city from harm.

He kept on walking, greeting his fellow men and women from the order and the city guard back till a voice called out to him.

"Galabriël, Galabriël Cloudcaller."

He looked up and there was he, the head of the city. The leader of the angels. The archangel. Arastiël Lightcaller.

Arastiël: "there you are, I was looking, well I was searching for you."

The gift of the creator, all those who heard his words and saw his face become blind it was said, but in their blind state they can get visions of things that are yet to come. That is the role of the Archangel, the role of Arastiël. Not only was he the leader of their people, he also would spread the wishes of the creator. He would see the future and tell them what would come to pass.

Galabriël bowed before the 4 winged archangel: "my lord Lightcaller, may the sun shine on you. What are the creator's wishes"

Arastiël: "stand up my child, there is no need to be that formal. I have something I need, something the creator wishes us to do. If you could accompany me to the palace, I will explain more there."

Galabriël: "then it shall be done, I will lead the way."

Arastiël: "NO, no you shall not, you will fly at my side my child. there is no need to scout ahead. The skies are save today, and they will stay save till tomorrow."

Galabriël: "as, as you wish lord Lightcaller."

Arastiël: "call me Arastiël please. So Galabriël, I have heard of your scouting mission to the new base of the great dispoiler, the deathbringer. I am happy to see that you have returned savely. Not that I doubted you, it's just that. You will understand. Soon you will. But for now I can't tell you everything, not yet."

 Galabriël: "as you wish Arastiël. Yes I have scouted out that new citadell that was established in the middle of the fire desert. A large army was gathering there and, well you probably know all of this already, dont you sir. But why are you so worried about me. Has the creator revealed something new?"

Arastiël seems to ignore the question and instead asks: "have you walked through the city today my child?"

Galabriël: "yes, I have."Galabriël sighs: "during my walk I noticed a certain tension that was hanging in the air, that. Even though the dark clouds are still far away. Somehow they are already above us."

Arastiël: "good, you have noticed. Yes everyone is tense. They all know what is coming and even though we all have embraced death as the creator he told us there is no other way to save this world. We have to sacrifice ourselves so others may live. I don't blame them. I don't blame anyone that feels that way. I rather had given the order to evacuate, but there is no other way."

Galabriël: "we are all proud to die for the creators creation. He will take care of us once we depart. He will take care of our souls and of this world for us."

Together they fly directly to the palace and while talking. Due to their flying speed they quickly arrive at the front door of the massive structure. Arastiël himself leads Galabriël inside to the Main altar room. Where human palaces and castles have a throne room the angels call it the altar due to the religious significans of the one who resides in those halls. The Altar room is always guarded and is a massive domed space with no pillars to be seen making it look like it defies the laws of physics.

Arastiël: "guards, leave us alone. I must speak with Galabriël in private here. The creator's wishes this of us."

The guards bow and immediatly vacate the room. Leaving them alone.

Arastiël: "I can't tell you everything just yet my child, I wish I could. But all has to go according to his plan otherwise our sacrifice will be for nothing. I have brought you here to give you a gift, though, will you see it as a gift? I dont know. The future is becomming murky, we are at the crossroads and anything can happen from this point on. Yet, there is hope."

The archangel reaches out with his hand and touches Galabriël on his forehead. At that very moment he can feel the energy coursing through his veins. but what it was that  Arastiël was giving him was something he didn't know.

Arastiël: "when the age is darkest and need is deep, look inside to find the thing you need. Trust yourself and the visions of the creator and you will see what this gift entail. maybe soon, maybe later. I am sory my son, but this riddle is all that I can tell you, that and that the grandmaster will burst through those doors soon to collect you for the comming battle. Fight well my son and may the sun light your path.  

The doors swung wide open at the very moment Arastiël finished his sentence and indeed the grandmaster in full armour came hurrying in. He was out of breath and looked to be in a panic,

Grandmaster: "I am sorry to rush in my lord but all arms are needed, they.."

Arastiël held up his hand to make the grandmaster stop: "I know my child, the final battle is at hand. we had just finished anyway. Galabriël, fight well and remeber to never loose hope and faith, for even in the darkest place his ray's still shine upon you"."

Glabriël bowed to the archangel and quickly followed the grandmaster to the armoury. In his mind he knew, the end of their civilization was here.