AN- I posted this up before, and I meant to continue it, but I never got back to it untill now. This is the edited version of what I posted before, because after reading through the first version I realized it was pretty much horrible. Soo...Reviews are always appreciated. And as for flames? They boost my review count, so yeah.

Searching the Sky

Prolouge - The ruined soul of the falling warrior.

A warrior, a warrior! That was the only thought on her mind, the mind of one of the many recently graduated trainees. She could hardly believe it, graduated, a warrior!

Best job, assuredly, she would no longer have to deal with the dead, or go through any more guard duty. ‘Nope,’ she thought to herself, smiling as she confirmed her previous notion, ‘No more guard duty for me!’

It was funny, though, how she’d still not been able to get over this. It had been what, a week? Two weeks now since she had gained free flight rights? Since she had gained assignment rights? But then...why had she even bothered going back just now? Really, a warrior shouldn’t need to bother with a guardian’s duties. Why would she? Why did she?

‘Really!’ she thought, ‘A warrior doing a guardian’s work? Preposterous, degrading even! I won’t be doing that again.’

She’d flown high enough now, no chance of anyone seeing her. And if they did, so what? They’d most likely take her simply for a shooting star of some sort. She raised a hand, tracing her fingers along through the air with a trail of deep, vibrant golden light emanating wherever she touched.

A large star pattern, with waved lines on either side, and a straight line above and below, a circle in the center, a jab of her finger in the center of it all – The transportation symbol. The tips of the star, and the edges of the lines flared out, wrapping around her and releasing a hoard of golden color. Only a moment more, and she was there. Home sweet home, one could say.

But the sight she was greeted with was anything but homey. The first thing she would remember was an immense pressure in her side, sending her careening across a reasonable distance and finally causing her to collide with a hard surface. The side of her head came into contact with the surface as well, and her vision blurred for a moment. Quickly pulling herself to her feet, the young warrior unsheathed the sword at her side and faced the enemy.

‘Demons,’ she thought with a huff, and then let out a hoarse cry as a searing pain bit through, emanating from the center point of her back, the base of her wings.

“Damn demons,” She muttered under her breath, squinting one eye to shut out the pain. Of course they weren’t technically supposed to speak in such a manner, but what did she care for rules? She was a warrior after all!

And they’d taken her cloak too! ‘God Forsaken Demons,’ she thought again, ‘Good for nothing Fallens!’ But then she paused, something was most obviously not right. A moment earlier – when she’d arrived – there’d been many more of The Sector’s warriors fighting. Now there were only a few warriors; the underling warriors, and the trainees. And...And guardians had taken up arms as well? Where had all the warriors gone that would degrade The Sector to having guardians join in the fight?

Another cry of pain ripped from her vocals as she was sent flying forward into another hard, solid surface. She was off balance while missing one of her wings, and there was no time to heal.

And just why had her sword gotten so damned heavy!? She could barely keep it off the ground, and with only a fleeting glance to the blade in her hands she realized that it was...it was getting larger? What in the lake of fire was going on!?

She let out a frustrated cry as the sword proved to become far too heavy for her to keep up, sending the blade clattering to the ground. It only took her a brief moment to realize why the blade had become so horribly heavy, only a moment for her to realize what was happening. She was shrinking – shrinking! That must have been what happened to the rest of the warriors, it must have been the reason The Sector had been forced to let guardians take up arms.

She turned, meaning to retreat to safety until she could collect herself and revert to her larger, normal size. But they were coming closer – those damn demons again! The young warrior, now barely reaching the full height of four inches, scribbled another golden symbol in the air. But it faded, and fuzzed at the edges, and faltered, and – and damnit it didn’t work!

Then suddenly there was a jar around her – a jar of all things! How degrading, for a warrior to be put into a jar. For a warrior to be treated like a simple insect that a child has brought home and put on it’s shelf! Treating her as less than even a guardian! Treating her –

Another pain ridden cry tore from her throat, Hell’s flames that had hurt! It was pain, searing throughout her entire body. And what was that? Did she – yes, she’d heard a snap. Another degrading action, they’d snapped her halo! Her crown!

“Ahg--!” She fell to her knee’s then, gripping at her sides, staring wide-eyed at the glass floor of the jar. She thought she could feel tears threatening the sides of her eyes. How dare they! This was horrible, she was a warrior! Warriors weren’t to cry! They weren’t –

“Ahh--….!” Again, she’d fallen again. There was the solid side of the glass bottomed jar at her shoulder; she could finally feel the warmth ebbing from the spot on her back where her wing had been torn away. She’d felt it before, dribbling down her lower back, soaking into her clothing. But now it was pooling around her shoulder.

‘Damned Demons,’ she thought. A miniscule stream of water leaking out of the corner of her eye to dawdle with the crimson under her head. ‘Damned Demons and good for nothing Fallens!’ She threw her eyes shut, her mouth opening in another arduous scream of agony.

The black splotches that had been dawdling at the edges of her vision grew, large enough to take out great chunks of her line of sight. It became difficult for her to think as the dark voids overtook her perception. But the Warrior wasn’t forced to suffer the torture for long, because soon the cloud that had been plaguing her thoughts won over all, and her world went dark.