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Chapter One
"Definitely yes."
It was Denisse's strong and firm voice that echoed in the large Hall of the Palace. She was standing before the Elders, her head bowed and her hands on her side. Her long satin tunic was draped loosely around her small body.
One of the Elders, Arpe, stood up. "Denisse," he said in a low voice, stroking his gray beard, "then it is up to you to mediate between them. Your mission is to guarantee that the two warriors fight each other."
Denisse looked up. The Elders are seated on tall silver chairs, gathered together in a semi-circle before a curved white table. The eldest and wisest, Ruwin, sits in the center. The floor is crystal, and a long flight of stairs separate Denisse from the Council of the Elders.
Tall curtainless windows let the air enter, and it sent a shiver in Denisse's spine. She had stood before the Council several times already, but this time is different. she feels something wrong.
"Who will be the warriors?" she asked.
"The tribe of White Angels chose Louie," Ruwin answered.
"And the Dark Angels?"
Ruwin stood up before answering. "Their messenger had not yet arrived," he said, "but I am assured that they have chosen a warrior. Neverthelles, if they fail to choose a warrior to fight Louie, then the White Angels will finally dominate over them."
"Where will they fight?"
"Earth will be the battlefield," Ruwin said. "Tomorrow, if the weather permits, the warriors will set off, and it is your duty to keep track of them. The battle might last for a couple of days, months, or even years." He ended the conversation by lowering his eyes and taking his seat.
Denisse bowed one more time before spreading her powdery blue wings. The Hall doors opened, and she took flight.
As she flew upward in the sky, gaining altitiude, she could feel both the heat from the afternnon sun and the cold air on her pale skin. The wind blew hard on her long dark hair.
She decided to walk home, so she flew downward. slowing down, she steeped on the ground and her wings folded. She put on her cloak, the hood half-covering her face.
Denisse took one more look at the west tower of the Palace, where the Hall is located. She was certain that the Elders are watching her. With a heavy heart, she made her way through the crowded streets of the Kingdom.
Usually, Denisse was happy whenever a centennial battle is held. She gets to explore new things and discover new places. But now she felt sad. Yes, she was again the mediator, but this time it is different, because Louie will be the one to fight.
Denisse was born with a rare condition. Her wings are light blue, very different from the wings of common people, which are light brown. Because of this, the other angels distanced themselves from her, and she did not have any friends.
Her parents are the most loving parents she ever had. Adelpha and Bonvien are both ministers in the Palace, and they always have time with her. Sometimes they take her to the Palace, because she plays the harp before the Elders.
Denisse thought she was the only child of her parents, because she does not have any siblings. The truth is, her elder brother and sister both died during childbirth, and her parents did not tell her.
The Elders, on the other hand, decided to keep her and let her live in the Palace, and her parents agreed. After all, there is no harm in letting their daughter close to the Elders.
At that time, a war is erupting between the tribe of the White Angels, and the tribe of the Dark Angels. No one was to mediate, and the Elders chose Denisse. They are pleased with her simple beauty and straightforwardnees, and they made her immortal. Now, Dennise became the legendary Mediator, the only immortal angel aside from the Elders.
The streets of the Kingdom are filled with the citizens of the Kingdom-angels who greet one another with friendly greetings, angels who help one another during times of trouble. Under the reign of the wise Elders, everyone lived in harmony.
Denisse walked past a street full of vendors. Two boys ran past her, playing tag. A girl carried a basket full of ripe tomatoes and an elder lady accompanied her. At first thought, they seemed to be ordinary people. They walk and they run, but they have wings.
"A pleasant afternoon, Denisse."
Upon hearing her name, Denisse spun around. There, standing before her, was the chosen White Angel warrior, Louie.
