<div align="center">Anethrial</div><br/>Anethrial had been sitting in the corner of her farther office for hours now. As people came in and out in and out. They went over maps, strategies.  Once He got in an argument with one of the solders their voices  had gotten so loud that she was sure that all of Ai could hear them. Things had calmed down considerably since he left. Anethrial sat poised on a small cousin in the back of the room staying quite and watchful as she had all evening. Her father was busily scribbling something down on a scroll. He was just dipping his Ink back into the pot when he paused and grew still. His hand shook sending the pot crashing down onto the ground, black ink contaminating the white orientate tile of his office. Iarasis Stood up and drew the  light blue curtains that shielded the window. He stared outside  into the night for a moment. Then turned and looked at Anethrial. Her golden eyes looked up to meet her fathers cold and almost accusing gaze as if it had been her fault the ink had spilled. Outside she could hear the sounds of approaching steps, more priest and solders, more business that needed to be gone over. The young celestial took this time to slip out of the office and into the night.<br/><br/>She shivered as the cold night air blew past. Then slowly walked from her fathers office across to the temple. In the day it was crowded with people giving offerings and loud cries of the people.. Everyday hundreds of people made the pilgrimage to this temple. Thousands of people on a day like today. By now all of the people would be gone. At night it was hers if she wanted it. In the quietness it was if she could hear the gods, or perhaps her mother. She made the trip every night. Tonight her steps where slower, burdened with a sadness that was not usually there.<br/><br/>The guards who stood at the front of the temple, inclined there head and let her pass. It was dark in the temple, so she stopped at the front and lilt a  single candle. In the light the temple was beautiful with alabaster statues that were lined with gold , emeralds, and rubies of drawven craft. The drawves being the best at molding the stones of the earth into something beautiful. At night though cast in the shadow of one flickering candle the statues took a more sinister light. In this light Anethrial wondered if they were Gods at all or cruel demons in disguise. He celestial quickly passes most of the stone statues finally pausing near the end of the rows and depictions of Gods. Here she puts the candle down and goes to collect more.<br/><br/>The candle is placed under the feet of a goddess. She is made of ivory with gold lining her wind blown hair. Her eyes are emeralds and rubies dot at her feet depicting a field of flowers that she is standing in. She is a Goddess of nature of balance. The perfect one to talk to on a night when everything was about to become so very unbalanced. She digs through the back of the temple, her golden eyes glowing slightly like two stars in the dark. She gathers the candles and brings them back to the statue making a circle around her and the goddess . Then lights each candle with a flame. Once done she falls down to her knees in front of the statue. Her hand moves to a small feather that she has on a necklace. Her father had told her that it had belonged to her mother. She bows her head, and for a few minuets she sits in silence.<br/><br/>“quis have vos perfectus “ She whispered softly. She moves her head, not daring to stare into the statues emerald eyes, instead she peered at her feet. “ Do you know? I have seen the future...” She paused her golden eyes sweeping from left to right across the temple. She was sure she was alone, but there were guards hanging about and if they heard her speak against  her father things would not bode well for her.<br/>Once she was satisfied she was alone she began again. “ Once the humans have satisfied there hunger on everything else, they will turn on me and my kind. Your own children!! and then after we are gone they will turn on each other. Until there is nothing, but barren and death. Is this what you want for the world?Are you angry, and hide your damnation in a blessing.?” She went quite again and pulled her wings tight around her body. Her hand still fidgeted with the winged necklace. After minuet after minuet had passed. She whispered “ I will accept my fate.”<br/><br/>She dropped the necklace from her hand, and stood up slowly. Her head still bowed not wanting to meet  eyes with the statue. She went to work extinguishing the flames of the candles until she was standing in darkness.<br/>