Ember Skies This is a story of betrayal and lies, deaths and angers. But also one of redemption. Of peace and love and what is worth fighting for. Today we recall the events of the War of Angels. This is not at all a light and easy story. It serves a darker purpose, but one of great need. As the curtain of peace and serenity burns, we glimpse into ember skies. The clock ticked loudly, also annoyingly, as Ember Grayson snored on. History was never his strongest subject, but fortunately it was his last of the week. The class of twenty or so students were mimicking him, as the teacher drilled his dates and facts into numb heads and even duller minds. Mr. Risen looked sneeringly at the class as he droned on, oblivious to the texting going on under half the students' desks. The bell rang shrilly as Ember answered the question on the chalkboard perfectly. "The civil war was around a disagreement of slavery and land exploration. The emancipation proclamation ended slavery for as long as we've known today. Can I go?" Risen rolled his grey eyes And waved the class off and away. "thanks see ya Monday!" ember yelled as he bolted out the school doors and off property. As soon as he was a mile away, he pulled out and lit a malboro cigarette. 'nothing beats the afternoon smoke,' ember thought happily as he walked home. His long red bangs flapped in the slightly windy day, the sun hiding behind a veil of grey. Ember pulled out his iPod from a stashed cd case and switched on a popular punk rock band. Soon he was In a world he called his own. How he remains there for hours at a time is a mystery. Unbeknownst to ember, he was being watched from above. He paid no notice to the angel materializing into plain view, and visible only to him. "Ember! We have matters at hand! We need you!" he turned his head and groaned loudly, irritated at yet another Visitation. "well then what is it?" the angel silenced ember as two bulky goons trailed him. "hey faggot! Why don't you dance for us?" the first one raised a pistol and pointed it at ember. He merely turned a fist as he right hooked the first goon and round kicked the gun Into the face of the second. He then snapped his fingers and orange flames sprung onto the clothes of his enemies. "i shall Warn you once and only once! Crossing me a second time warrants death. Do I have an understanding?" the two goons whimpered and they ran off, flames flapping behind them. "Fine! I'll come to Council!" ember then produced a piece of black chalk and drew a pentacle on the gravel beside him. Soon he was transported to the world of Angels, and was greeted with a punch to the face.