<span style="color: #BFBFBF">It was in the early daylight - the skies were blue and gave light to broad areas; grassland, forestry, and civilization's architecture and whereabouts on what could've been perfect darkness to sneak throughout - and easily unnoticed - through and pass the Dove Clan's boundary-line! The Raven Clan - it's civilization was beautiful. Detailed churches, arches, and buildings were designed with many intricate details of the curves of plant stems and of leaf and flower patterns - and most astoundingly the many emblems of the Raven itself was also present in many designs of the civilization. There'd be gatherings, talks, and simple chat throughout the place - for it seems as if many have chosen the Raven's side upon their deaths, but that is only what some of the Ravens themselves think of. Meetings would happen at the church every four months for the public archangels, but when situations become dire, the higher ranked Ravens would be called upon with the Celestial Lords to discuss and to commence operations for the clan as well as to give orders in maintaining the defenses, training, and scouting within the Raven's outland, homeland, and core bases. Being a high-ranked archangel, or at least being told as one, requires from simple listening to the three times a year meetings, to being the leaders over areas of the three regions and maintaining order throughout the territory.<br/><br/>A girl with folded colossal black wings runs towards the edge of one highest yet safest cliff to jump off of - Bolivar Cliff. It wasn't necessary to jump off from an elevation, but Casey, a Raven, loved the feeling of running and of the crisp cold air against her skin and face. She leaps off the edge with a powerful jump and releases her wings in midair - a beautiful show with her shadow that had covered a great area upon the multitude and the variety of bright and dark green shades of the forest trees. <span style="font-style: italic">High ranked, or low ranked - in the end, it seems that the Ravens aren't very differentiating with the classes of high ranked and low ranked. Just what I thought.</span> Casey flaps and changes the aerial dynamics of her wings and her position as she attempts a quick and rather steep downwards spiral with a sudden halt to the high areas just above the tree tops. She flies faster - the ancient Aenoria forests is actually very spacious and at the same time challenging - there were still wide spaces just between the cracks and splits between the many trunks and branches. Casey folds her wings a bit closer to her as she dives in - they expand and bend as Casey turns and moves herself to perfectly fit and squeeze through the alternating forms of the openings between the clustered colossuses vines, leaves, and branches of the eternal forest in the realm of the celestial beings. Then, within her sight, she had seen a man that was of her own kind - slender black wings. Flying up to him, and seeing the excitement for trouble in his face reminded of the excitement of mischief she has for herself. She tries to control her expression of a slightly toothy roguish grin into a more playful smile, but when she had also seen what he was looking at, it made her forget about all of the general principles of being an image of an archangelic citizen. She speaks to him, "Hey, name's Casey. Your name?" She then gestures to the one of the camps that was rather close to the boundary line of the two clans - a lone camp that was an easy target. "What do you plan to do ... and may I join?" Truly, Casey didn't have a plan - and plans weren't her style in this type of situation. Maybe he has the same thought as she did, maybe not. Regardless, she was fine with anything - she just wants to rumble.<br/>_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/>Below the cool shades of the draping branches and leaves of a weeping birch tree lie an archangelic Dove boy who lies asleep in the extreme outlands of the Dove Clan within the Cenobia lands, something like the life lands or so they called it. It was the place where newcomers would arrive. It was also a relatively safe haven against the Ravens - an almost sacred place far from the reach of the opposing clan, the Ravens. It was assured that some archangels were sent to check over the lands, but there was a controversy about leaving the Cenobia lands alone and undisturbed - reasons for that is still unclear. Those who venture do so on their own will, for there's no true objection with the life lands at the moment. The leaders are also not very concerned with the discussions of it either.<br/><br/>Some specs of light goes through the branches of the weeping birch tree, creating a fairly graceful scene with the boy's peaceful face as the whiteness of his stupendous and strong wings, his medium to long hair, and light colored clothing made his presence radiate with the sunlight like a god - absolutely breathtaking. However, within the boy's mind lies a dream-like state.<br/><br/>Within the mind of the boy, he was running from the ruins of a city until the image of the city disappeared behind him and the forestry had surrounded him. He became lost for certain amount of time, the forest repeating the same path over and over until he decided to halt. He had then seen two shining lights further within the cluster of trees. Through the mist, a white light had shone at the right and a black light at the left. A voice had called to him. <span style="font-style: italic">Choose.</span> Aaron had became cautious, uncertain as to which one he should choose and began to question this sudden and suspicious occurrence to the voice. Then, the voice had called again. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Choose.</span></span> A large crack and crunch was heard behind him, as if there was a monster following all along. He didn't look back, could not look back, as the trees to his left became blackened and ill from the monster's touch and as the roar behind became louder. He had ran to the right. The angels of the dark and the angels of the light - he had never believed in any of this until now.<br/><br/>As he reached for the light, he was soon to awake from the strange dream ...</span>