"hurry up!" murmured a tall dark winged figure.
"but my Queen, we can't leave now the chosen one!" a voice behind her gasped.
"Yes, the chosen one!, she is close to finding her destiny! We can't give up!"
Another added.
The Dark angel narrowed her icy blue eyes. "I am aware of that guys, but we must first find the last crystal, the crystal of hope!" she exclaimed.
" you're right" the first voice replied.
"I know I'm right balthafzar, what do you think surrel?" She glanced to the other one.
"I agree too. But will Prince Peter?"
"of course he'll agree he's my husband!" the Dark angle hissed,
"won't you?!" she turned to the Prince."of course rose" he said with a warm smile. "then we shall leave at dawn" rose declared.
"summon the army!" balthafzar hissed to surrel "Knights of thorns hear me now and obbay the Queens orders!" he yelled. Prince Peter raised his sword "Knights of thorns show your honor and raise your blades of truce!" the Knights cheered raising their swords in blazing fury. "on the first light of dawn we ride!" Queen rose cheered.
The kingdom of dark and light angles celebrated that night for they new it was only a few moons before their prayers were answered.