A/N: Rewrite 3.0, most likely the last major one. The story is finished and will be updated every 8 days.

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SUMMARY: War of Wings between White and Black winged Angels ravages the Heaven. A more subtle war of White Crane against White Snake is going on in the mortal world. Surja's brother, Motou Kiyoshiel, the Wingless Angel, is caught in the middle of it all. Everything from his past suddenly tracks him down. His strength is needed. Will he find a good enough reason to fight the memories he left behind?

WAR OF WINGS
Silent Voice

Prologue

Lifebreath … all living creatures have it. It is also known as Qi or Chi. Call it whatever you want; the fact is every creature has a part of it inside – something raw and never spoiled.

Not many, though, are physically aware of it.

Some are learning to search for this mythical Force. They do so with meditation and concentration, gaining control over themselves; tapping into it. To do this is the greatest achievement of human mind – it should never be considered as something easily reachable.

Only those who passed that can start learning on how to use it. Using Qi brings you great strength, and some say they reach some sort of enlightenment when they learn to bring it to physical world through the use of their element conductors. Many use Qi for the first time during the battle for their lives.

However, for our kind there is infinite number of battles. We, who are born to use Power, as young people call it. Power brings strength, and strength brings the responsibility of a fight. We are warriors in a war; war about which normal people don't really care about, but we are there to protect them all the same.

At least we were.

We live in a mortal world, but there are those who ascended beyond that. They have many names, but they are also fighting a war. A war beyond our comprehension. The War. We do not see it for it's fought beyond our world, in the Sky. That is why we call them Angels. There is no contact, no passage between our world and theirs … not that we would know of. Perhaps Unspoken do, but as their name suggests, they don't really speak about it.

It is simple for us; unless you are dead, you are fighting the other side, using Qi to do so. Fighting isn't something we have a chance of deciding not to do. We have it in our blood and that is how we live.

At least we did.

Therefore, we fight until we learn how to live without it. To overcome the need that Power gives you. We train our minds and bodies to use the Power and to suppress it – to live an everyday life.

This is the life I choose.

But my life is not really the one worth talking about. There is another who I would die for and whom I love.

He is called a hero by the youths. He is called a weapon by his superiors. Among his peers, he is known as a walking legend, a myth of Wingless Angel in the flesh. The amount of Power of an Angel in a mortal body. Spending Qi, he was filled with when he was filled with life, and he will continue to spend it up until his death. He doesn't need to take it from his surroundings to survive like Unspoken, nor for just refreshing himself as a normal Power wielder. One of a kind.

By me, however, he is called a brother. My family. Motou Kiyoshiel. And he deserves peace he so desperately sought. He sacrificed himself without a thought, he fought, spilled blood, was betrayed …

He left our war behind; feeling his tribute to it was over. Feeling he needed to fight that desire inside of him to use Qi for battle. And he managed to live this way. He really did.

At least for four years.

Until that week came …