Like Fire Upon the Ice by Catari Ray (red white royal blue .txt) 📕

In 2974 the angels and the supernatural started to appear, even though they appeared around the same time they both had very different agendas. I remember grandpa telling me that he had to run whenever he saw a supernatural. That seems silly to me, most supernatural loved people because people could help them blend in. I guess if society shunned you and no one loved you, you would attack things to.

The angels appeared and for a while terrorized Earth, they toppled citys, destroyed wildlife, killed more than three fourths of the human population. The came in small groups first, tens and twenties, then in thousands, millions. They just seemed to fall out of the sky. Droping to the ground and destroying everyting in sight. I think it was like a game to them. Sorta like I did when I was little, build snowmen and them whack 'em down with a stick. Grandma said they would carry people off to Rome and forced them to compeate in games like gladiators. The bloody murdurrers would bet on who would die first.

then the supernatural appeared and the New World Alliance used them to run those winged bastards off our planet.

Then after about ten years they, the angels, can back. Asia was the first to see them, winged men, the incarnation of pure beauty. The first one to be seen was an Icelandic guy with huge wings, golden and bronze they beat the sky with dignity, then more and more came. They darkened the sky and blocked out the sun. That was the first of the days of darkness. The angles in all their glory spread their wings and attacked Earth. The superhumans where unprepared and ultimately, became extinct with in fifteen years of their creation.
Without protection the rest of the planet gave in and surrendered. The angels rule without mercy. They are the tyrants of Earth. We have accepted our fates. We are more or less the slaves of the angels or some like me are the toys of their hunting games.


I have never seen the sun, the angles have covered it with a sheet of clouds. I'm told that their cities shine with the last sun light. I'm not sure how but, even without the sun plants still grow. I think that has to do with the UV rays that, though humans can't see them, plants must still pick them up. Grampa said that a person must learn as many talents as huumanly posible, so I can fight with a staff, sword(that was a wooden stick at the time), and I can shoot guns and bows and the like. I can make spears and daggers, I can catch a fish with my hands, I can make rope, weave baskets, and start fires. If it impacts servival then I can do it. Grampa was carried off by thoes Godddamn angels. I will not forgive them.

Jolting awake, I look around, it's as dark as usual. We don't have a sun in Sectorm or what remains of Earth. So it's always dark, or what I'm told is dark. I wouldn't know because I've lived so long in the "dark". I see the moon a lot though, I think the moon is in front of the "sun", and so Sectorm is in a perpetual lunar eclipse.

I'm lying on the dirt and snow floor, the grit is pressing against my back, the hair on the back of my neck rises and my arms tense. I jump to my feet. Rushing to the back entrance I notice that the front entrance, the rag door that I tied up in the spring is torn and swaying in the wind. I feel the blood rush in my ears, my legs take me to the door and with my adrenalin pumping in my veins, I flat out run to into the blizzard. My big sister and my parents can't survive in the blizzard. If they stay out there they will die. I run and call out their names, my shouts are lost in the wind. They twist and twirl and float miles away.

I'm giving up, I have to go back to the fort, when I see three shapes in the snow. Two are lying on the ground another is crouching over the bodies. I rush over to them and sigh with relief. I pick up the smaller body and give the man instructions to pick up the woman. He fallows my orders. Back at the fort I ask my father what the hell he was doing?! I nearly shout at him, “Dad, what where you doing? you almost killed Rose and mom!"

"Well, I was trying to get better shelter! I heard the New World Alliance is reforming. I'm tired of hiding and running! I want to leave Lily, and you can come, or you can stay."

"Dad you're thinking like a little kid! You know what happens to people who fight back! You're going to get us killed!" I notice that Rose is starring in the corner, near the fire that I built to warm her up."

"Maybe I am maybe I'm not-" Rose gets up. She's a very beautiful girl, with her big blue eyes, full lips, and black shinning hair. She has pure white teeth and lightened skin. I'm the exact opposite of my older sister. I have the eyes of a hunter; they're ice blue and have dark blue clouds that come in from the outsides of my eyes. I have white skin that is as eerie as it is practical in the icy tundra my family lives in. I have short pixie cut, of black hair it sticks up in every direction. I'm tall and lean and she is the definition of cute. I slink in the shadows and she sparkles in the lamp light. I'm not social and she loves everyone she meets. I would think that being social and pretty wouldn’t be a good thing and being smart would be better than that, but if you nice to look at an angel might bring you into his/her house, and once your their you're set. I think my mom and dad hope to get Rose, so naive and cute, to an angel's domain without showing her the big bad world. I've been worried for a day now; dad sees me as dead weight, which is not true as I get most of the food, mom doesn’t want another mouth to feed which is true, as I eat much more than Rose, and Rose is clueless.

If this was a fairy tale then a prince would waltz in and sweep me away on a white horse. This is not a child fantasy though, there are no princes. They all died as the angels took over, like them saying "Here! Look! Everything you believe in can be destroyed on a whim."

I'm sitting out front when I hear it, the sound of a hunting horn. I quickly get inside and snuff out the fire. I get everyone into the hiding area, as I wonder what fool is getting chased by the angels in this weather. I huddle together with my sister, our bodies getting warmer through the collective heat. Mom scoots closer and Dad peaks out through a hole in the wall. He turns back to us and wraps his arms around Mom, she leans her head into his shoulder. We've all been through this, and it gets easier not to think about the people getting killed as a sport to the angels.

When I was little I get caught out in a blizzard, I heard the horn but, I didn’t know what I meant. I started toward the sound and got lost, I remember sitting in the snow and crying when I saw my first angel. He had Dark hair that was as soft as feathers, he wore normal clothes and a parka made out of rabbit fur. He had tan skin and light blue eyes, like my sisters. He would have looked like a very handsome man if not for his wings. Most angels have wings about the same color as their hair but, he had wings of pure white. I remember touching them and saying, "Are you a bird?" he shook his head, picked me up and looked at me. He asked, “Where are you parents?" I think I cried and said, “I don't know bird man. Mama didn't even say Bubye!" He then lifted me up onto his shoulders and walked me back to the cabin my family was staying at, no one came out. For all they knew this could be a ploy to lure them out, he set me down on the door step and turned to leave. After walking a few steps I called to him, “Bye Mr. bird man. See you again soon!" He turned back and picked me up again, touching his forehead to mine he said, “Live long little one. Your life is hard but, your future is good. Nam advertebam virtute fortunam venenatis. Ut te numquam dura navis et damnum et dolor. Advertebam in oratione Dei. Ita dixit ita

!" I remember a searing pain. I screamed and wreathed in his grasp. He dropped me on the snow.

Now whenever an angel is near, the angelic tattoos below my left eye, on my left hand (I where fingerless gloves I found at a department store), on my back, and above my right hip glow in strange colors. Every time an angel gets close I light up like a light house. Though this is inconvenient sometimes it's saved our lives more than once. So my mom found a way to cover up the markings. I wear black gothic fingerless gloves, useless and in the way but, they work, I wear an off at the shoulder black parka, that is lined with grey wolf fur. I wear black cargo pants and black boots that have straps and buckles. I hook things off the buckles. I have knives that I found or made, I have lighters and flint among other things. I have straps on everything I own and I collect things that I could use to kill or hurt and angel. Dad and I are the only ones that carry weapons or even know martial arts. I can do at least ten different forms and I hope one day they’ll came in handy.

I relight the fire, it glows and flickers. Rose and mom come out of the hiddie hole and snuggle to the fire. I lay out some crumpled blankets and a worse for wear, and we all huddle into the layers of cloth. I stay awake for a while. I contemplate damping the fire, but it's too cold and I decide to leave it burning. The storm keeps me up a while longer, I can