For years upon years, she'd only been able to watch. She'd watched the humans be killed, but more so, she watched the war between demons and angels commerce. Being the royalty that she was, she wasn't aloud to leave the gates. She could only watch, quite literally, as those that she knew were slaughtered by the demons, and again as angels would kill demons. Her father, one of the highest blood lines that run through the angels enough to be considered noble, constantly called her, 'Flower', rather then her real name. She was never allowed to train to fight with the others during this long time that the war spanned out, and she hated it, standing there safe within the gates, while others she knew, friends, were out in the battle.<br/>She was simply compared to a 'flower' because of her beauty. Of course all angels had such looks, but it seemed the more noble bloodline there was, the more appealing appearances were.<br/>Eliana had argued and argued with her father- Insisting that she be able to go down and fight as well, positive that she could do<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>to stop the war. But each time she was silenced with a risen hand and a simple, "No."<br/>But she was sick of it. No longer would she stand and watch what small numbers of both sides dwindle even further.<br/>It was hard- Since she was almost constantly surrounded by guards, but with a soothing song she quite literally put them all to sleep, something she'd learned to do quiet the time ago, usually only used on those who needed to be calmed down, though.<br/><br/>Once the guards were down, it was easy. She'd changed out of the dress she'd been wearing to go for something a bit more.. Suitable. She changed into armor instead, formal fitting clothing beneath it, though the armor covered her from neck to toe. And just for precaution, she wore one of the helmets to go with the silver armor, rimmed with gold in which only the strongest of warriors were entitled to wear.<br/>Her raven black hair was hidden within the helmet, her brilliant blue eyes shielded as well as her soft and delicate feminine features. But that was the plan. If she could pass for a man, she was positive there would be almost no trouble. The armor helped hide the slim of her waist and the curves of her body, giving away no sign that she was a female, let alone such an important one, except for her unmistakable voice. Her voice was easily compared to silk; soothing and soft, as pleasant to the ears as anything could be these days. That was a problem..<br/>Then the simple idea came- She could always mask her voice. With the help of the part of the helmet that covered her mouth, and, deepening her tone, she was sure it'd probably pass as a bit off, but for sure more male-ish then what her voice was then.<br/><br/>The fall.. That'd be the hard part. Most likely, it'd hurt. But she was prepared for it. And when she did her wings were tucked against her back, simply letting herself fall and even closing her eyes, reminiscing in the wonderful feeling of simply being in the air, no longer suspended and not touching the ground.<br/>So it wasn't until she crashed through a building with about seven floors, all the way to the bottom floor, that she opened her eyes, peering out through the opening of the helmet. The floors of the building had somewhat broken her fall, if that's what you'll say, so there wasn't much of a hole when she actually hit the ground, but enough to crack through the flooring. As she stood she ruffled her wings as any bird would do and stood carefully, cautiously looking around. All she had to do was argue.. She was sure if she made enough demons stop this fighting, she could get the rest to do the same.. If they'd just<span style="font-style: italic">listen</span>. But now she had to find one.