Aurelia pushed her dark tendrils of hair away from her blue eyes and blinked several times in a vain attempt to make her eyes adjust to the dim lighting. Wherever she was, it certainly was not Heaven. To her, Heaven smelt green and good. This place smelled dank-like water sitting too long, and it was miserably cold. Perhaps if she had fallen while wearing something more substantial than the white robes that were customary upstairs.<br/><br/>Shivering in a vain attempt to ward off the cold, she pushed herself up onto her feet but immediately fell back down again. Her head ached. Her head…ached?  Strange, Aurelia had never experienced pain before-she’s been cut and run through countless times during sword practice but it had never, hurt. The only way she ever knew what hurt was, was from watching humans suffer from it every day. It was not pleasant. Sort of a dull throbbing that pounded like her pulse.  Aurelia, quite decidedly, did not like it.<br/><br/>Her punishment was not undeserved, however. None of the other Guardian’s would have ever dreamed of leaving their Charge in the middle of a battle. It had been complete neglect on herself, and so she had been condemned to walk the earth until such a time that it was decided she was worthy of returning to the Heaven’s. It was a punishment worse than death for an angel. Away from their source of power-God-their Grace dimmed, and their Grace was the most essential part of an angel’s being. It was the inner light that not only helped them heal, and made them strong and quick in battle-but helped them to gauge choice and judge the difference between right and wrong. Already Aurelia could feel herself begin to weaken.<br/><br/>Eventually, she found she was able to stand and walk as long as she did so very slowly. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness and she could make out the fact that she seemed to be in some sort of metal building. There were boxes pressed against the walls, most of them looked to be broken and emptied of their contents, but a few were still intact. They were not what Aurelia was interested in, though. She was interested in the obvious outline of a door just a few feet in front of her. Taking small, shaking steps forward she reached out and pressed her palms against the heavy coolness of the door. With a strong push that made the tension in her head almost dizzyingly painful, Aurelia stumbled out and into navy blue darkness.