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taking in the breath of bittersweet coffee mixed with luscious scents of nature that seemed to gently wrap us in a blanket of peace. Though even through the makeshift peace, I could feel the tension between Nikita and Jophiel and feeling that they knew something made me feel uneasy. Squirming in my chair, I stared down at the light liquid in my mug still steaming in front of me. When Nikita finally spoke, I jumped, taken aback by her question. "So Jophiel, you are seventeen years old... correct?" The question seemed so generic and unlike her, but why was she beating around the bush? My eyes traveled to Jophiel who seemed taken off guard as well. "Well, technically, I'm older than that. But yes, I am seventeen," he replied.
    “ But you are in Uriel's English class?"
    "Honors English, yes. Only because I couldn't supply the right documentation, they had to put me behind a year."
    "Mhm. And what do you do in your spare time?"
    "Well, I like to read."
    "What about your training? Where is your guardian?"
    The question seemed to trigger something in him, and he slammed his fist against the table, causing the mugs to jump and shake. My body tensed, and I stared at the floor and focused on sending calming energy towards him. It was like my energy hit a wall; my energy shot back at me and the chair tipped, bringing me with it. Heat spread across my cheeks and I refused to move the hair from my eyes, not wanting anyone to see the red that blotched my face. "Uriel, I'm sorry," he said pushing himself out of his seat. He was instantly next to me and helping me up, trying to explain. "It's a touchy subject, and I didn't want to be calmed down." Crossing my arms, I just nodded and fixed the chair so I could sit again, not waiting for anyone to ask me if I was okay. "Nikita, my guardian was killed several weeks after I woke. He left me notes, exercises... hints to my past. I've been using those to train... to remember," he explained in a grave voice.
    I couldn't help but sympathize with him. I didn't know what it was like to lose somebody, but I could feel the sadness radiating from him. I no longer felt like it was just me who felt an instant connection to Nikita; it seemed that we all had a connection to our guardians, and I knew I didn't want to lose her. My eyes traveled to his hand that was now shoved into his pocket, fishing for something. He pulled out a piece of paper. He cleared his throat and looked away as he spoke. "While looking through his journal, I found this note. It says 'when one falls, the others will come.' I have a feeling I know what it--"
    "When an archangel's blood is spilled... When an archangel dies, their connection with the others snaps until it is reformed beyond the Earth and its realm. When that connection is broken, the others will come and rain Light upon the Darkness, seeking nothing but Justice."
    Nikita's words brought a heavy silence to the table. It was as if her words made our reality fall upon us, another weight to be carried on our shoulders. I couldn't help but feel that eventually, we would have to say our goodbyes to those we are connected with. I knew then that not all of us would survive, and it made me look at Jophiel. My eyes began to burn as crystalline liquid formed in them, clouding my vision. This couldn't be how it was supposed to go; there had to be another way. "With that said, Uriel needs to start training," Nikita said sternly. I stood up abruptly, causing the chair to fall over.
    "No," I replied quickly.
    “What do you mean ‘no’?"
    "I mean I'm not going to train to fight. There needs to be another way."
    "Uriel, there is no other way to end this."
    "But what about peace? Does that not apply to our world?"
    "Peace? In order to achieve this 'peace' you speak of, you must achieve it through violence."
    "No, you can achieve it through understanding."
    There was tension in the room again, but it wasn't like before. This time, it sparked like electricity between Nikita and me. Our