I love it when my mother flies.

Her pure-white wings stretch across the sky, and her hair blows back with the wind. She likes to fold her wings in and dive to the ground, and unfold them the moment before she hits the ground. I've heard that she's one of the most skilled fliers around.

It's even better when she and my father fly together. They're pretty much equal in skill and style, and it's pretty cool to watch. They were perfect.

And then there's me.

Unlike their grey-blue-green eyes, I have red-black ones. Instead of their perfect, pure-white bird-like wings, I had black dragon-like wings. And my skin, hair, eyes, and wings were as dark as the Darkborn.

But how could I be a Darkborn when my parents were two of the purest angels, the Prince and Princess of Silverstorm?

However, I did inherit the gift of shifting into a human. Certain angels were given this gift so they could be someone's guardian angel, or in my case, guardian demon.

It's a bit hard to be a Darkborn in a world full of angels. If Mother and Father weren't with me, I probably would have been driven out, or worse, killed.

Suddenly, I heard a voice in my head. Father. Grandfather Lightning will be coming today. it said.

Maybe this would be the time that I finally found out what happens when he comes. I once heard him talking about a Fire Blood, or something like that. I never quite knew what that meant, and my parents never told me. All I know is that Grandfather Lighting puts some kind of spell on them, but I don't know why.

A small beeping noise brought me back to the real world. Cassia, you are needed in sector 4P, it told me. Guardian angel-er, demon duties, I suppose.

I spread my wings, and without a sound, take off.