Sigmund
Legacy Name: S i g m u n d

here was a short second of hesitation, an electric sensation running down his spine that saved his life this time as the stones came crashing down, closing him in as they cut off his only exit. Breathing heavily Zig leaned against the wall as he was still shielding his face with his arms to protect himself from the falling debris. A few stone fragments had cut his clothing and skin but he had only suffered minor injuries compared to what his fate could have been. The only problem was that now he was trapped in what could be considered a stone coffin. With a sigh the Finder slowly slid to the ground, then moved over to the small stream to wash dust off his face. At least he wouldn't go thirsty.

Of course he had been aware of the risks in advance but that couldn't deter him from trying to find the rare ore that was said to be hidden deep in this mountain. And as a Finder it was his job to find all sorts of rare materials that could help the angels outside with the creation of new and advanced machines for all sorts of purposes. Gardening machines that would help sowing and irrigating soil at the numerous places that were far from any source of water . Machines that could transport wares that would need many hands otherwise and would not tire as easily. So many possibilities and the Finders ensured that the creative minds from the Development Council could continue tinkering and building respectively, without a worry.

Closing his eyes Zig leaned his head back against the cold stone after washing his face, to rest. His mind started to wander, old memories popping up of dangerous situations he had faced in the past. Even now his horns showed that he was an outsider but how would the people react if they knew who he really was? Not just a regular exiled angel but an archangel, and considered a traitor by his brethren. A traitor. Such an unfair label. Nobody knew his secret though, nobody was allowed to know. Well nobody was a bit much said. There were two people that knew but had kept the secret. One out of guilt while the other out of benevolence.

His looks were unusual and for that he carried the fault. He made a mistake that he had no time to fix. He thought that it was no wonder that he found it so natural to play around with his genes considering how they all came to exist though. After all he and others like him came into being when the Alsinians appeared. They had been so advanced that they had been the ones to create Heaven and Earth and through that act alone they would be considered Gods by many. Their motives had not been pure though. The Alsinians had a reason to create Earth and Heaven and a very selfish one at that . Riddled with genetic defects that slowly started to degenerate even further over time, they had been faced with the dilemma of going extinct or finding a way to revert or stop the process. Their scientists had used both humans and angels to experiment at first but soon found them, the humans, genetically even more imperfect so the Earth project was quickly abandoned.

After that the archangels and angels had been the main subjects , as they showed a lot more promise as the experiments continued. They were a lot more resilient, could be infused with animal genes and even, on a low level, achieve the power to control another creature once they knew how their body was structured and worked. But unfortunately even their genes were not fit to help the Alsinians to restore their own bodies.

One of the Archangels, Lucifel, was the first one who called the 'Gods' out on this fact and pointed out how useless the experiments were, wanting them to stop them altogether. Instead he and the other angels that started to stand up were teleported away by their creators, in the end creating their own 'Paradis'e far away from their birth planet and the 'Gods'.

But while Lucifel managed to escape, his brother did not.

Chamuel remained a prisoner of the Alsinians. He was a beautiful archangel who had been 'born' with six wings, but since he too was defective, wings being too big and too heavy, as well as too many, he could never fly. But he had another amazing ability - he could heal. Of course his creators hoped they could harvest that power to heal their own defective genes but he never managed more than to repair a small portion of their defects. The 'Gods' raged that even he was useless to them and as time passed Chamuel grew to understand his situation better and better. Until he decided, one day, that he needed to escape. There stood the first tragedy. Such a failure that was. Such a harsh beginning.

Opening his eyes Zig stared into the dim light of the lamp he had brought along. Chamuel. The name sounded so foreign to him now and he wouldn't want anybody to ever remember it. To him it was a name that was a harsh reminder of his cowardice and madness that had torn him apart after the first tragedy. He was glad that now he was nobody, a Finder, a face in the crowd, hiding his true self under an overly cheery attitude and a smile that never slipped. No longer did he posses his wings but instead the horns and ears of something the people would regard more demonic than angelic. Standing Zig started to search the small space again, hoping to find some way out of here.

Maybe...maybe if he made it back alive he should shed that mask he was wearing, overcome his cowardice and help those who wanted to stop the experiments for good. He was a good Finder but that was not his purpose in life. He needed to something else, something that would wash away his shame and protect others so they wouldn't have to go through the same pain and suffering he did. But who was he trying to lie to. If everything was that simple then no one would be standing here, on these lands, struggling. Staring at the stream he suddenly took a step towards it then leap into the water.

Diving down he realized it was even deeper than he had anticipated it to be. Maybe this would be his way out of here.

''You should go see that man at least.'' his mind whispered.

And with that thought in mind Zig started to swim....

It was a quiet evening in the garden. A chilly wind was blowing from the east and so the birds had ceased their singing. Chamuel was staring off into the horizon while humming a soft sounding tune to fill up the space their silence had left. The angel was thinking of nothing in particular allowing his mind to simply wander. He did not even dare ask himself how much time had passed since he had last left the garden. Although it was wide and beautiful, visitors were scarce, making it a rather lonely place. He could not even remember his last conversation. But being in here was better. The garden had been a more suitable place to live in than his last. Or so was the lie he kept telling himself every day since he had gotten here.

Meanwhile, unknown to him, he had had a visitor exploring the place every week. His name was Alesi, a small pink angel, who had been brought here by his curiousity far too many times. But since he had been sneaky about it, he had never been found out by Chamuel, something that filled the little intruder with pride.

As always he was hiding in the verdure to see what his 'enemy' might be up to but today something was different. Frozen on the spot Alesi listened to Chamuel's singing. He had thought the other to be mute...

A loud crack broke trough the sound of the song. The small angel took a wrong step when backing away from where Chamuel sat. The freshly broken twig was laying under the youngster's foot, having wounded him in protest. The sound managed to stir Chamuel awake from his daydream deeming him quiet. Looking towards the place that the sound came from he noticed something that got him all curious. As Chamuel gazed over to the bushes he suddenly noticed little splotches of pink. He could not remember however ever having seen any of them bloom in such a color. Curious. There was nothing to lose in taking a closer look so the figure rose from where he had sat on the ground. Six heavy wings stretched slightly to shake off dried leaves that had ended up stuck to the feathers, making the thin, pale angel look as if he had lost balance for a moment. Strands of his long hair had also gotten tangled up in his wings, each movement causing them to tug at the feathers they had wrapped around. With small, quiet steps he then proceeded to walk towards the child.

“Who might you be?” Chamuel asked in a voice that lacked any ill intent. It was too late for Alesi to run away. He did not know how fast or able the other was and it could have posed a greater danger to run than to simply wait. It took Chamuel just a few moments to stand right in front of the child, the old one measuring up the small kid, from head to toe. “Do you have a voice?” Chamuel asked again. “I have one.” Alesi answered. “Then what are you called by?” Chamuel repeated. Surprisingly there was not an ounce of irritation showing on his face. “I am called by my name. What about you?” This somewhat surprised the one who now began laughing softly. Mysterious. This was the first time that Alesi had seen this man smile. It suited him well. “People call me by the name I was given.” It was clear that two could play this game. “And what name is that? “ He was caught. The kid was caught up in it and simply forgot that he was not supposed to talk so freely. “That name would be Chamuel.” He answered and this time extended a hand for the others. “Alesi.” The small one finally said, giving the other his hand, the pale angel bowing down and kissing the back of it. His politeness was oddly old fashioned. The ritual practiced nowadays, that Alesi had witnessed countless of times, had been much more complicated. Meanwhile Chamuel's came from much simpler times in the society. Chamuel... That name rung a bell in Alesi's head but he could not figure it out where he had heard it before. Maybe it was not important.
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