centuries ago in order to obtain our powerful abilities. We’ve been fighting them ever since. The creature chasing you was a Kavari clan’s leader, Valisk.”
“So they keep coming after you?” Sam asked, her once-flattened sheet now gathered tightly in her fists.
“Have you noticed anything different about me? A physical appearance I have that Alea, Draylan, and Malachi do not?”
“Yes,” she said quickly. “Your eyes are a deep green when you’re not hurt or angry, and their eyes are grayish-silver.”
“You’re right. I’m different from my friends. I was born into a family of status. My mother and father both had green eyes. In our culture, green eyes are a sign of power. I’m predestined to perform greatness. The Kavarihave tried to acquire my powers ever since I was born. My parents died protecting me when I was ten.” Sam could see the pain in Evrik’s eyes. She put her hand on his, hoping to offer him some bit of comfort. She knew what it was like to lose someone so close. Her Aunt Rose had died in a horrible car accident when Sam was eight, and it had devastated her.
Evrik continued. “Ever since that day, Alea, Malachi, and Draylan have stayed by my side as brothers and sisters, fighting the Kavariand the demons from the Infernus to help keep me safe and eradicate any evil that sets foot among human society,” Evrik continued, almost in monotone. It was as if he had kept this speech inside of him for many years, rehearsing it over and over, and now he could finally speak. “We are called Lightwarriors, and we are feared by the Infernus. The great Archangel Gabriel assigned us the job of protector. We have been fighting demons ever since Lucifer was kicked out of Heaven. When demons ran rampant, taking advantage of women and murdering humans, they were banished to the Infernus for not following human law. Our ancestors were the warriors who put them there. Lightwarriors make sure demons don’t re-enter human society. We are, in a sense, demon hunters.”
“Lucifer, the fallen angel, as in the Devil—?” Sam tripped over her words. “Wow—” She had to process all that Evrik had just told her—archangels, Lucifer, the Infernus, Kavari, demons, and Lightwarriors. After a silent moment, Sam met Evrik’s eyes again. “Tell me more about your race. How do you even exist?”
“Long ago, my ancestors were human. Because they were considered enlightened, they were transformed into immortal beings, and each was given a unique ability. They were also trained in combat and the magical arts. In a sense, they were soldiers created to keep evil separate from the virtuous. Lightwarriors made sure demons were segregated and that the human world never knew they existed, although some humans have suspected their existence. As generations of Lightwarriors grew, we became stronger, born with the inherent knowledge of how to fight using weapons like the bow and arrow, a blade, or magic. We trained as children to fully expand and master our abilities, but the knowledge and skills came easily to us—they’ve been programmed into our DNA through thousands of years of procreation.”
“So there are more of your kind than just Alea, Malachi, you, and Draylan,” Sam said.
“Yes. Demons are everywhere. We must protect the entire world.”
“And my dream—that really happened. I was almost killed by a demon clan leader.” Sam remembered her conversation with Chase the evening in Baltimore, after her memories were taken…
“You make me feel like myself. I may not remember you, but I feel like I’ve known you forever. And you saved my life,” she said.
“You say that a lot, too.”
“That’s not good. Am I always in these crazy situations?”
“Crazier.”
Evrik’s words chimed through her memories, bringing her back to the conversation.“We defeated the Kavari clan that evening,” he said. “Your dream was a memory. The Kavari leader tried to use my love for you to defeat
“So they keep coming after you?” Sam asked, her once-flattened sheet now gathered tightly in her fists.
“Have you noticed anything different about me? A physical appearance I have that Alea, Draylan, and Malachi do not?”
“Yes,” she said quickly. “Your eyes are a deep green when you’re not hurt or angry, and their eyes are grayish-silver.”
“You’re right. I’m different from my friends. I was born into a family of status. My mother and father both had green eyes. In our culture, green eyes are a sign of power. I’m predestined to perform greatness. The Kavarihave tried to acquire my powers ever since I was born. My parents died protecting me when I was ten.” Sam could see the pain in Evrik’s eyes. She put her hand on his, hoping to offer him some bit of comfort. She knew what it was like to lose someone so close. Her Aunt Rose had died in a horrible car accident when Sam was eight, and it had devastated her.
Evrik continued. “Ever since that day, Alea, Malachi, and Draylan have stayed by my side as brothers and sisters, fighting the Kavariand the demons from the Infernus to help keep me safe and eradicate any evil that sets foot among human society,” Evrik continued, almost in monotone. It was as if he had kept this speech inside of him for many years, rehearsing it over and over, and now he could finally speak. “We are called Lightwarriors, and we are feared by the Infernus. The great Archangel Gabriel assigned us the job of protector. We have been fighting demons ever since Lucifer was kicked out of Heaven. When demons ran rampant, taking advantage of women and murdering humans, they were banished to the Infernus for not following human law. Our ancestors were the warriors who put them there. Lightwarriors make sure demons don’t re-enter human society. We are, in a sense, demon hunters.”
“Lucifer, the fallen angel, as in the Devil—?” Sam tripped over her words. “Wow—” She had to process all that Evrik had just told her—archangels, Lucifer, the Infernus, Kavari, demons, and Lightwarriors. After a silent moment, Sam met Evrik’s eyes again. “Tell me more about your race. How do you even exist?”
“Long ago, my ancestors were human. Because they were considered enlightened, they were transformed into immortal beings, and each was given a unique ability. They were also trained in combat and the magical arts. In a sense, they were soldiers created to keep evil separate from the virtuous. Lightwarriors made sure demons were segregated and that the human world never knew they existed, although some humans have suspected their existence. As generations of Lightwarriors grew, we became stronger, born with the inherent knowledge of how to fight using weapons like the bow and arrow, a blade, or magic. We trained as children to fully expand and master our abilities, but the knowledge and skills came easily to us—they’ve been programmed into our DNA through thousands of years of procreation.”
“So there are more of your kind than just Alea, Malachi, you, and Draylan,” Sam said.
“Yes. Demons are everywhere. We must protect the entire world.”
“And my dream—that really happened. I was almost killed by a demon clan leader.” Sam remembered her conversation with Chase the evening in Baltimore, after her memories were taken…
“You make me feel like myself. I may not remember you, but I feel like I’ve known you forever. And you saved my life,” she said.
“You say that a lot, too.”
“That’s not good. Am I always in these crazy situations?”
“Crazier.”
Evrik’s words chimed through her memories, bringing her back to the conversation.“We defeated the Kavari clan that evening,” he said. “Your dream was a memory. The Kavari leader tried to use my love for you to defeat
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