The False Angel

Prologue

The cold wind coursed through Ella's long red hair, blowing it out of the neat ponytail the maids had laced it in. She tossed her head back as she ran along the cobbled street. It was freezing, and she wished she had brought some other form of protection other than a thin black hoodie and mask. She did have the leather gloves, though, which offered heat to her hands. Only to her hands.

Ella's fingers brushed over her chest, outlining the big "S" sewn into the middle. The Saviors. Kristen had made them, and although she thought it was tacky, it was nice to finally have their team be recognized. Even if it was illegal. 

"Princess, you copy?" came the high-pitched voice of Moreal inside of her ear. She flinched back, forgetting about their communication ear piece. It was still a bit frizzy, mainly because Moreal had made it himself, for missions like these.

She smiled, tapping the tiny button on the side. "I copy. I'm almost towards the west side of the village. Are there eyes on the suspect?" she asked.

"You bet," Ariel said, the sharp sound filling up her ear like knives. The sound of her heavy boots running across the sturdy rooftops were loud, like a small tapping sound.

The group they'd been looking for had been off the grid for weeks. They had found a stash of angel drugs in a warehouse in Lyra, and had been tracking them ever since, looking for clues to where they had gone.

A few hours from that very moment, Ella had been sitting in the palace, all nice and cozy, with a big book in her lap. Now, she was running in the cold. Her breath was visible through the air, and she envied her past self for being so warm. 

"I can see them boarding a carriage. Dark blue, with a golden top and a symbol that looks like a candy cane. It should be near where you are, Harlow," she paused. Suddenly, there was a clash, filled with an exasperated grunt. Ella's hand jerked up to her ear, as the noise had shot like a gun, startling her.

"Everything alright?" Asked the deep voice of Kristen.

Ariel's voice came seconds later. "I'm fine. I just. . . lost my footing a bit." she replied.

"I see them." Harlow cut in. "Wow, that tall one's got a long beard," she said.

Ella laughed, holding a gloved hand up to her mouth so no one could hear. She knew Ariel would give her crap for not keeping it together on a mission

like clockwork, Ariel grumbled, "focus." through the mic.

sighing, Ella rounded the corner of the alleyway. she ducked under a large wooden sign and stopped at the end of the street.

"Should I go in?" She asked. "Looks like they're on the move,"

"No, eagle, stay where you are. Princess—cut down the street and turn to the left. In about 100 meters you should see eagle." Ariel said.

Of course Ariel could see her. Ella wouldn't be surprised if she looked up and she was right there. She swerved a passing cart and threw herself into the alleyway, turning left when the next turn appeared.

Harlow groaned. "This is boring. I haven't fought anyone in, like, weeks. And now I have to wait around for backup."

"Your mic is on," Moreal said.

"Thank you so much for telling me that, Moreal—"

"Computer" Ariel hissed.

"I'm sorry, computer. Who even came up with that anyway?"

"You only have to wait a little longer," Ella said, ignoring Harlow's comment. "I'll be there soon. Plus, you aren't the only one who hasn't had a good fight."