"Heather! Please, listen to me and go back," Cynthia pleaded, her long, brown hair had fallen loose from it's usual bun. Her black armor was tattered and burned in some places. Her left wing was crumpled and fluttered every so often at the massive wound that implaled throuhg it's largest muscle. Several scuffs and cuts formed along her bare legs and arms. Bruises were forming on her face and neck,

"No," Heather said back, instinctively placing herself inbetween Cynthia and Arensic in front of her, "I'm sorry for doubting everything earlier. I guess it's about time I finally understood and took in what you told me earlier." she took a deep breath, "If you nearly sacraficed your life, to give birth to me, then I should give in. I'm finally accepting you as my mother."

"I'm flattered, but I didn't bring you into this world to see you die," said Cynthia, she winced as her wing fluttered again. Fresh blood issued from the wound, "I'm sorry, but I need you to leave."

"I'm sorry,....mother, but I need to finally accept this," said Heather, "If I'm an arch-angel, then I need to defend this territory as you have for the past 200 thousand years."

"But, you didn't hear the full story," said Cynthia, taking in a painful breath, "Please, take ease." the large army behind her slowly lowered their weapons, which included mostly of bows and arrows, "I've wanted to tell you this for a long time, but you never believed me when I told you I was your real mother. I'm sorry Heather."

"What? What's wrong? What did you want to tell me?" Heather asked, turning around to face the wounded leader,

"You're one of us," said Cynthia,

"I know that, everyone here knows that," Heather pointed out,

"But, you're only half of us," said Cynthia, coughing slightly as blood caught in her throat,

"What?" was the most word that passed around the group surrounding them,

"I'm sorry, before this war every happened. Something else happened," Cynthia said, "This war hasn't been going on forever, it started only a few thousand years ago. But, before then,... I was stupid, I was just a princess back then. Everyone around here was only a child. You're not a full arch-angel."

"Then, what else am I?" Heather asked, "A half of a mortal?"

"No, you're half Demalic," Cynthia answered, getting a loud 'gasp' from around the room,

"Ha, what a pitful excuse for such a poor daughter," Arensic laughed in front of her, "I cannot believe you would even use that as something to say."

"Arensic, be quiet," someone said behind him, they turned to see an older Demalic behind him. His black hair spiked-up, matching his darker shade of eyes. He stared at both Heather and Cynthia. He gave a small smile, "Cynthia, is this the child you hide from me for some many years?"

"Yeah, Ignesa" Cynthia answered, giving a small weak smile, "This is your beautiful baby girl."

Heather switched glances between Cynthia and Ignesa, "What the hell is happening?"

"Years ago, when this war started," Ignesa started, taking careful steps towards the two, "It was my father, King Marioline, who created such a disaster. I nearly begged him not to, for fear my percious angel would be harmed." He moved past Heather, before kneeling down, taking Cynthia into his arms. Slipping in front of her wings, careful not to touch her injuried wing,

"Ignesa, do you not remember who's side you stand on," Arensic snarled, pullign his blade from it's holster,

"Yes, Arensic, I do," said Ignesa, "But, don't you agree that old habits should die."

"Maybe," said Arensic, "And maybe not." the large army behind him lifted up the weapons they had. They pulled back and shot off clouds of flaming arrows. There were slight screams, as the arrows struck the arch-angels,

"Arensic, you cheating, lying bastard," Cynthia cursed, roughly getting to her feet,

"This one, I got," said Aensic, pulling out his own bow-and-arrow, "Say goodbye, Queen." he pulled back and released the arrow from his grasp. The arrow head pierced through the center of her chest. Blood breaking free from the flesh. Her body slowly crumpled to the ground, as she used the last of her remaining strength to stay alive,

"Aensic!" Ignesa barked, catching Cynthia before she hit the ground,

"I got this one," Heather said, stepping in front of the two. She took a step forward, "You can't kill me with your pretty little bow-and-arrow Arensic. I have Ignesa's blood running through my veins. I have my mother's blood running through my veins. I'm half them and half you. I'm part Arch-Angel and part Demalic. You cursed you weapons so that no one would be killed in friendly fire. Part of the rules, I'm one of you. It'll only take close and counters, with hand-to-hand combat, in order for you to even come close to injuiring me."