Prologue:

The sun shown brightly as Gaius looked out the window. The city was bustling, people moving about quickly. He watched with sad eyes as he saw the young prince beat upon his servant. But then on the horizon a flam fell from the sky, growing bigger as it neared earth. It was like a fallen star but nowhere near dark enough to see it. It was bright like white hot flames. It fell to the earth and landed with a furry of dirt and dust.

Large white feathers settled inside the small crater. Gold eyes focused on the dirt below as they slowly changed to brilliant blue. Gold white flesh paled to the color of human flesh, softening around steel-strong bones. A mop of black hair lifted and the white feathers moved as one, as two separate wings. A shape rose, but shrunk at the same time, shrinking to the height of a human. Slowly the form crawled out of the crater and there stood the shape of a gangly boy, with a sword attached to his hip, and around the base of his neck and bare torso stood out in black ink the runes of heaven. And down his forehead and over each eyelid marked with golden blood a single line. The boy knelt to the ground and unsheathed his sword. He reached behind him and grabbed a single wing.

"Dryhten ágiefan mé héahstrengþu" he whispered and sliced his sword through his flesh separating his human form from his wing. He cried out in pain but no tears were formed. His lips formed a straight line as he moved his arms to grab the next wing.

"Dryhten ágiefan mé héahstrengþu" he whispered again and repeated his act of separating his last wing. He dropped his sword and fell to his hands. His mouth hung open like a fish as he gasped for air. His blood ran golden down his back. He slowly reached a shaky hand towards his neck. He placed his pointer finger and middle finger on a rune at the hollow of his neck and said in a weak voice, "þurhhælan." his golden blood rushed back into his open wounds and his flesh stitched itself back together. He pushed himself back to his feet and stood tall at 6'3''. He turned and walked back down the crater with his sword in hand.

There at the bottom of the crater stood a rock, and with unknown strength he plunged his sword into the rock.

"beclencan stirfan mín edhwierft" he said and the sword melted in with the stone. The boy sighed and cradled his wings. Slowly he placed them infront of his sword. He turned and left.

Gaius stared at the horizon as the fallen star hit the earth and he knew something big was about to happen.

AN:) well guys should I continue this?

Dryhten ágiefan mé héahstrengþu- lord give me strength

þurhhælan- heal

beclencan stirfan mín edhwierft- hold fast till my return