24 February 2013
"He's beautiful." Astra said, cradling her new born son. Winston smiled, tucking Astra's light blonde hair behind her hair. "What do we name him?" She asked, smiling. Winston shifted awkwardly, his white wings in the way. The infant didn't cry, he smiled at his parents, his eyes were bright, sparkling blue, like his father's, and light hair from his mother. "Derek." He said. Astra smiled. "Derek Whitethorn." She said, a tear rolled down her face. Winston kissed her cheek. She froze, Jaw dropping. Winston stared at the arrow stuck in her chest, blood oozing all over the white bed. Derek began to cry. Winston picked his son up, holding him close to his chest, seeing the angel in the doorway, with wings black as coal. He ran, leaping out the window and into the air before Winston could act. He gently placed his son on the changing table, looking out the door, the healers were all dead in the hall. Astra gasped. Winston ran to her side. "I-I feel so.. C-cold." She said, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Tears streamed down his face, staring at his wife. Colour drained from her face, her hazel eyes began to cloud. "Take care of him." She gasped. "Yes, I will." He said, tears streaming down his face. "I love.. You." She said, her body going still. Derek continued to cry. Winston sobbed, staring at the blood on his hands. He held her cold face in his hands, kissing her lips. He held her close to him for a moment, memories of his beautiful, mortal wife flowing through his head, straight to an hour ago, when she saw her som for the first time, to seconds ago, when she was killed by the dark angel. He went to his son, holding him close. "I'm going to protect you. You're safe here." He said, tears rolling down his face, anger coursing through his veins.
The Beginning. Prologue. • Opuss № I