The Fall from the CloudsI swung my feet lazily over the edge of the cottony cloud. I watched the small world float by almost as if it was on the cloud. "Sweetheart, please don't swing your feet over the edge. You can't fly yet and we don't want you falling off."
"I won't, Mom!" I said rolling my eyes. I looked down again and I knew I really wanted to just jump like I had seen so many other Tutelae do.
"Now, remember, Alae, stay in the house today." My mother said with eyebrows drawn together.
"What? Why?" I said turning from the far away ground.
"Because," my father said entering the room while pulling down his jacket sleeves. "The Proditores are rebelling again but this time they seem serious."
I stood up and frowned. "What do they think this time?"
"They still want to be treated as gods instead of guardians." My father said shaking his head. "They just don't understand that we are not gods; that we are merely protectors of Aquahanna."
"But why do I have to stay here today?" I whined.
"Things are heated now." Said my mother helping my father straighten out his robes.
"We don't know if the debate will get out of hand and even violent." my dad said.
"We just want to make sure you're safe." My mom said kissing the top of my head.
"I'll be fine mom." I said bored.
"I know." She said smiling.
"We're going to the Chapel. We'll see you later tonight." My father said hugging me.
"Bye, guys." I said waving. They smiled at me and opened the door. What happened next was such a blur I could barely see what happened. Men dressed in black clothes but their wings were outstretched and overbearing. Screaming and yelling ensued and I stood frozen on the edge of our cloud. The men seemed infinite as they poured through the weak walls of our house. My father yelled and I saw a skyblade rise from his tight fists. My mother screamed but another blade of crackling light shone from her. The men though had some other form of weapon; one I had never seen before. It was a blade and looked similar to a skyblade but instead they smoked and sizzled and seemed to be boiling. A man not much taller or bigger than I, began to approach me at a frightening pace. Suddenly the blaze of my father's skyblade broke through his chest and the Proditore fell at my feet. I screamed and staggered back but there was no cloud there. I swayed and flailed my arms and my father caught me and pulled me to him. With another incomprehensible yell, he pushed me away and I dove behind a couch.
Another scream and I looked over the couch just in time to see one of the sizzling blade pierce my mother through the heart. My stomach flipped and my head fely dizzy as I watched her pained grimace turn flat and lifeless. I looked to my father and he had frozen at the sight of my dead mother.
"Joanna!" He screamed. Never had an expression shown as many despaired emotions as the one he wore then. He tried to make his way over to her but the men overtook him. I did not see him murdered for my tears protected me from the atrocious act but I heard the whisper of his soul and my mother crash together as they traveled higher than the clouds.
The deafening silence shattered as a man called out "Alae, we know you're here." Footsteps approached and I couldn't escape. I knew I was trapped. I looked around me and the man my father had killed to protect me still lay next to me. I reached for the boiling blade and grabbed it. Two men came at me but as soon as they were within reach I swung the weapon crazily. They yelped and backed off. I made contact with one and I watched horrified as his upper arm sizzled with an acidic poison. Unfortunately, I had no idea how to handle the sword and some of the same acid that corroded the villain's arm got onto my hand and I csreamed as my hand shook, blistered, and burned with the toxin. A man approached me and I backed up.
"Help me." I choked and with that I felt hands pull me out of the water and everything went black.